One by one
they march

under the shining
arch

of the croquet
hoop

an army of ants
in their shiny black uniforms

to the blaring music
of the radio

drenching the bushes
with Wagner

the flags and banners
of curtains caught

in the breeze
as the whole garden cheers

until like
the rolling wrath of war

a great red ball
smashes the ant army

triumphantly passing through
hoop after hoop

until arriving at the feet
of the snoring sleeper

a newspaper
covering his face

oblivious of the battle
raging

upon the lawns
of summer.

Dónall Dempsey

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