A Full Confession

they came in large numbers
explorers and foragers
searchers for shelter
and sustenance

dead
all dead
sprawled and contorted
and dead

two days later
a lone investigator
is looking
picking over the debris
prodding at the bodies
forensically sifting the air
for a cause
and a perpetrator

I am ready to confess
I will reveal all
conceal nothing
I killed them
each and every one
in cold blood

I have no time for ants
and their unsolicited reminders
of unwashed dishes
and benches that I have not wiped clean
for too long

© Frank Prem, 2000

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