The ant that scampers from my tread,
Does it feel the fear, the dread,
The threatened onslaught of my shoe,
Does it fear as I would do?
Does it wonder if the rest –
His sibling brothers in the nest –
Would miss him if he did not return
Would they show the least concern?
Or would his absence not be noted;
Never mentioned, never quoted?
Just another gap in time,
Neither sordid nor sublime.
I ask God in my ignorance,
What then is the difference
Between this threatened ant and me;
Which of us should cease to be?