The tiny voices,
Like so many ants
Infiltrating my ear,
More purr than word,
Crawl about and
Do the work of mental ghosting,
Leaving no trace, save for
The minute droppings expressed
In the course of a day’s madness.
The tiny voices,
Like so many ants
Infiltrating my ear,
More purr than word,
Crawl about and
Do the work of mental ghosting,
Leaving no trace, save for
The minute droppings expressed
In the course of a day’s madness.
Umbriate Press Poetry 