Ant heart exists here only due to a misspelling of the word
heat.
Though the topic of ant heat has already
been discussed at great length in other installments,
the sad owner of the thus disparaged ant heart
comes rushing forward, demanding that it not
be implicated in the writing of any tracts regarding sad ants.
First of all, nobody said anything about sad ants,
to be precise.
And secondly, happy answers so completely out of fashion
that the mere mention of the phrase, "happy ants"
has already and continues to lower the value of this text
faster than it can write itself, faster
than the accretion of more words, more words, more
words that are added in a desperate attempt
to dilute the effects of the phrase in question.
From the mouth of the ant, a scroll
is officiously unrolled, revealing
a certain amount of fine print.
And if I were more able visioned,
I would be able to make out exactly what those words said.
But instead, I am filled with the dreadful knowledge
that indeed, all the crimes, sacrifices,
and inequities of these last few moments are nothing.
Nothing to speak of in comparison.