Making my oatmeal this morning,
I saw two ants
through the plastic Domino bag
Staggering along a beach of brown sugar
In a stupor
Over their good fortune.
I dumped the bag down the drain,
Without feeling sorry one bit.
Those ants went to heaven
Then died.
We should be so lucky.
–Christine MacLean
We *should* be so lucky. This is a knock-out poem. Brava!