I crushed an ant
As I was crossing the bridge,
I came across an ant, working hard.
I crushed it insanely like a lard.
Just like the Albatross by Coleridge.
And that was his end.
No one was around.
Not even a sound.
This was the rest of my days trend.
No elder did scold me.
Every ant must be mourning,
Eating nothing for many mornings.
How could I smile with glee?
No ant came to see me.
That soul was worth infinity.
I wouldn’t eat honey to show my pity.
How sluttish could be-thee?
That night, an ant to my left,
a million to its back, a million to its right.
And many millions of black dots in sight.
We came to seek revenge for the life theft.