the boy sprayed the path
with windex
sprayed it in front of
and behind
the one.
the one he had selected
out of a multitude of roving dots
the one that would answer
a question.
before and behind it
the ranks broke in a panic
black bedlam
driven everywhere like
a cloud of dust.
the ant,
which,
until that fateful moment
was not a "one"
but a raindrop
drowned in a black river
water in water,
this ant tasted
not the secret trail left
by the ass of the leader
but something like
stunning and sacred
a scent of Lethe or Styx.
He backed away,
recoiled,
spun about on six springy legs
and scrambled back,
only to find another wall of
noxious scent behind.
the boy watched anxiously above.
like the heavens...
[More later, when I am slightly less cogent.]
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