Ant colonies and chessboards share a goal:
Kill the queen.
Mix a cocktail of confectioners’ sugar and boric acid,
slip a bishop into a corner,
mix it up, ten to one,
pony up your knights,
add some water,
and advance your pawns.
Have patience, let the workers
live to ferry the poison,
stack your rooks,
watch the incessant march,
sweep the board of threats,
reduce the army to bare bones,
count the weeks,
take the weak
until the bitch is dead,
king captured,
war won.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.