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

praise,

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

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

revised 7/9/21