GLASS-EYED AND 8 #poetry by jay

I preached,

when I was 8

years old,

I felt I was

an old sage,

wordly wise

and forward


I watched ants march 

like obedient soldiers,

into the hills,

my jaw ajar and 

my mind gone

lost in space, 

a dreamy state,

the sidewalk


another planet

and I,


and 8,

pondered deeply

about black ants 

and their militarized 





did they


and, for who’s


I proclaim. 

@Jay Mora-Shihadeh

revised 7/9/21

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