predecessors & newcomers
there are more ants
appearing on the kitchen floor
i slap some with a newspaper
they don't stick to it though
their small little black bodies
remain on the white tile
like wiggling burnt flecks
from the frying pan
some don't move at all
i am on my way out
so i leave them scattered
until i get back
but upon my return
there are more again
the tiny corpses of
their predecessors
do not deter the newcomers
from invading
they just walk around them
and head up towards
the kitchen countertops
This is the last of the current crop of poems by Rob Plath, though I would hope to publish some more in the future. In the meantime you can read more by Plath at his MySpace site (see link on the right), which he updates with frightening regularity.
