There was this scientist
Put a microphone
Into an ants nest
Mandibles, legs,
Antennae, jaws
Pure John Cage
Music of tiny hairs
“Sounds like
My nieces and nephews”
Uncle History sez
“My stowaway tribe”
Each child
Doing its part
Lifting the sugar cube
Of tragedy
All in darkness
On any given day
They’re busy
Moving the sweet horror
Like the children
Of the poor
They’ve been put to work
Early
Planet of the Blind 