Ants in the Mail
Dead on arrival, of course
Makes it difficult for my mother
Who spent the money to make me happy
By ordering from the catalogue
Their brittle bodies crumble in the transparent tube
They were shipped in
Overheated, that’s what happened
Sat too long in the mail truck and died
I told her it was okay,
But I cried as I dumped the powder of
Legs and heads and bodies
Into the grass.