Jason Schwartz from The Fall Kill

 

    The ants: in parts.

    The choke seeps blood and then withers in the cold.  The heart

recalls a needle, crooked at one end.

   At night, as here, they can appear rather despairing.  I’ll compare them with cornfields and with fathers in the dark, though wasps would surely posit a better resemblance.  Potters, for instance, are the correct color, among other things.  White spears are without eyes.

New York Tyrant Vol. I No. II