Twenty-three ants have come to drink From drops of tea in my kitchen sink, One hundred and thirty-eight legs to raise Their armoured bodies above the glaze. Twenty-four thousand compound eyes To scout a desert where danger lies, As forty-six antennae taste The air while mouths suck sugared waste. And half in wonder — and half amused, My neat-and-tidy parts confused, My brain restrains a vengeful thumb— A man-God’s whim: no flood shall come!
Mandalay, Mustique August 19, 2007
Poem Published in the following books: Island of Dreams