What Human and What Ant?

The Ant!!

Working hard!!
we are working hard,
so that we can buy food!
Working hard!!
we now cut these rocks,
to build a home for two,
Working hard!!
we now haul these logs,
rocks aren't as fashionable as wood
but they make good furniture too!
Working hard!!
Everyone is the same,
From the Queen, she brought us,
to this world
My name is a scribble in the dust,
My body is stronger than a toad,
My arms as sturdy as a catapult
My head, my jaw,
All ready to destroy this wood,
But I could get squashed by the human too

The HUMAN~!!
Wiggly Wobbly I walk down this dusty street,
In hopes that I could find something to fill my gut,
My hunger provides me ultimate entertainment,
Actors that cry, actresses that whine,
With words so ponderingly real,
My thirst drives me around, like a ballerina on a broken her toe,
With an orchestra of vines and dangling mistletoe,
Strummed by pianos and harpsichords
I wonder as I wither, what will be of me?
The taste of dust seems very tempting to me.
It is dry and cracky and utterly dirty,
But what I would do to fill my own tummy,
ALAS I SEE!! AN ANT AS IT SEEMS!
How do you do mister ant! You look busy to me!
Are you gathering food for your lovely and beautiful Queen?

The Ant again. CUE!
 A sneeze!! A sneeze!! For the Love of the Queen I Sneezed!
But how is that possible if I cannot breathe,
And if I were to sneeze, my bottom would be in smithereens,
As I shuffle the dust, I stand in awe,
Two of my limbs, put down this big rock,
While two of my legs, throw away this long log.

Hello great giant! How do you do?
As you can see I am busy but I think I can spare a minute or two!
I collect logs and rocks, not food and grub,
I build hills and holes, not cook for the pub,
Logs and rocks everywhere like my fellow ants
We carry them as far as we can!

Human Cue:
My hunger has been my brother since I was born
My thirst drives me to walk a bit more
I need to apologize with my frail sanity remaining,
I tried eating little crawling berries that are not sweet,
They were salty and tingly and sometimes bite me,
Their screams blended with the spurts of their juices,
These berries were as crunchy as a bone yet as lively as flesh,
I kept on eating like a chipmunk in love with an acorn,
Hoping to devoid one of the emptiness in my body.

The Ant:
So it was you! How nice to call us berries!
What are we? Red Berries? Strawberries?
If food is what you crave, if grub is what you want,
Why haven’t you asked us, we would have given you some!
Our Queen is big, as big as the world to us,
All this food is but waste for the maggots.

The Human:
Oh dear, I am with regret. A burden I now must bear!
My bowels must be their home now BUT AM I TO BLAME!?
On a sunny afternoon blissful and warm
Birds chirping to the sway of the trees
Our food was gone and we were laughing
Our last food was the happiness we had left!

The Witch Cue
Those ants those ants those pesky little critters
Stop eating my table and drinking from my beakers
Stop drilling into my windows, I have all the sun I need
Itchy little ant I think I will craft a hex perfect for you!
Those humans, disgusting bags of pretentious meat!
You aren’t even as tasty as fried BEEF!
Stop stealing the carrots from my garden
Wiggly Wobbly bag of flesh I will curse you to look like the moon!

A laugh and a giggle I bring up a paddle
Dancing through my home while my crow plays the fiddle!
Tossing goop and moss, flowers and mold
Toadstool, beef eye’s, troll tail and bunny fat!

Come here my crow, my precious little feathercase of USELESS MEAT!
I SHOULD COOK YOU AND BE DONE WITH!
Give me your feather, smooth and black
The fleas flee in terror as I stare into back

Let the curse cook! Let the stew boil
That ant is nothing than burnt cotton oil!
Let the words flow! Let the curse spread
That human is going to be my next mushroom-bag!

The witch walked slower than her height
The human and the ant caught her eye
Save her the trouble, save her the peril!
She was happy!
For once in her life things were working right!

The Witch cursed the human and the ant
Alas something went wrong
As old as a spider, her brain has faltered
Her curse wasn't complete, it turned against her!
She was no more, bitter and battered
The human caught the whiff of the curse
The ant heard the sound of the hex
What is happening to me! The Human gasped
What is happening to you! The ant screamed

The Human now played the role not suited for them
A scavenger of sorrow and trash
The ant played the role not suited for them
A seeker of knowledge and meaning

The Human: or ant?
I feel empty and devoid but now I don’t hunger
The air has no touch; I feel it’s tickle as a numb scrub
I think of digits One to Six, Seven too much for me to count
My teeth feel weird but now I don’t brush them
My joints as heavy as a boulder to carry them
My body as strong as a thousand men
I carry trees with my teeth
I Carry rocks with my teeth
I am blinded by a harsh darkness
The emptiness fills my insides with cold
I feel the need of an unknown being
A lapse in judgment, again and again
My reason slowly fades, my hunger been saved
I now act sane in a simpler way
Hail the Queen for eternity

The Ant: or human?
What are these overwhelming feelings
The warmth of the sun, the lash of the leaves
The whips of the wind and the pain of my feet
The hunger that gnaws is destroying me
What a glorious pain it is and tempting,
I feel the need for food and water
But I yearn vaguely for a third
The pleasure of emotions, oh how I miss the queen
The queen? Nothing but scent bonded us
The need of a mother has overwhelmed my senses
Like the chill of the wind on my spine
What is a spine? I ask myself. How could I ask myself?
I ask myself again inquiring indefinitely like my fellow comrades
Dying indefinitely
My chest! It lifts and it falls! Like the queen’s eggs in and out of the cells!
Air that fills my lungs like the kiss of a snake,
I will find a Queen, sooner or later.