Enough Crumbs Piled Together and Compounded Make a Mound

You can’t
Control

The words
Patrolled

By damned
White ants.

They have
No eyes;

They have
No wings;

They’re born
To eat

The ends
Of things.

But add
Them all

To life’s
Toll, and

Something
Seems grand

To life’s
Damned ants.