.I'll show you a trick with ants when
The sun's high in the sky we can
Burn them up to crispy black shells
And see them crushed by old, slow, slick snails
Light the fuse inside the dead bird
Feather flurries rain on our heads
Empty nest with three small brown eggs
We'll think.
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