A line of ants
each alone
all together
marching without a leader
bumping heads
pheromone trails
leading them
to the sticky-sweet
residue of a
dead mosquito
parasite turned provenance
food for five thousand
A line of people
all alone
each together
marching without a leader
bumping heads
mindless traditions
leading them
to predictable spaces
residue of a
dead school of thought
paradise filled with parasites
food for destruction
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