These are worker ants-- warrior
insectslaves that laze, stretched out
upon such cultured grass, in this midday heat.
On their backs, they are shaded
shaded by this pine which is without
sneering pretensions. It knows--
these worker ants wearing no-color uniforms
of paid slaves, CAMPUS MAINTENANCE stenciled
across their backs are darkly thundering. They are
waiting; storm-clouds, pregnant
with recrimination. Thus, this petite pine
remains respectful, remains hidden
behind
tall, politely demure shrubbery;
remains hedged in by routinely
clipped-shaped leafy barriers
setting these working ants
against fresh-breathed scions
of Queens.
(sporting designer-eyeglasses
that render attendant insects invisible,
casting empty McFlurry cups in their wake,
Jaani, her new Nokia is just too,
TOO common dont you think?
Yaa, I mean, yknow, everyones
khala has one now, yaar!)
These ants-- they may throw
furtive glances from beneath
no-color, sweat-stained caps
at faces that have never known
lives of quiet desperation. They
may even dream of better lives
some day. But
(shears snipping, snipsnip
vicious strokes, violent snips
rebel branches, greedy weeds
falling dead at their feet)
no,
I suppose,
by now, even
worker ants- held
hostage by paycheck-
know better.















Comments
But anyway, an interesting piece. I'll have to absorb it before commenting...
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what we choose is never what we really need
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what we choose is never what we really need
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what we choose is never what we really need
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I wasn't engaged by the metaphor of people as ants, or the personification of the tree. In fact, I was most curious about where the omniscience of the tree stems from: a deity, or the narrator.
I was pulled in by the observations the narrator interjects. They're added because of a perceived worth to the musings, but they strike me as more interesting than the main narrative. There is something appealing in them like the true nature of the narrator is revealed in those qualifications/observations. They fell more authentic. They are detached from the philosophic musings, yet still benefit from being in that context.
Im unsure how best to rectify my views claiming I only like 10 lines with the whole of the piece.
You know what, the parenthetical observations feel unpretentious and sincere, while I find the normal tone of the 3rd POV to be a little condescending and lacking emotion (objective description can be like that at times).
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This world is courtesy of my cynic perspective + beauty of optimism view. = Agnostic gay bastard! (H)
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