Glass eyed and 8

I preached,

when I was 8

years old

I felt I was

an old sage,

wordly wise

and forward

praise.

I watched the ants 

march like obedient

soldiers,

into their ant hills.

My jaw ajar and 

my mind gone,

lost

in space, 

a dreamy state.

The sidewalk

became

another planet

and I,

glass-eyed 

and 8,

pondered deeply

about black ants 

and their militarized 

state.

What

Where

Why,

did they

serve?

And, for who’s

purpose?

I proclaim.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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