 Walking down a road lined with elm and oak, A puzzling image strikes the wand’ring eye – An anthill at the foot of a mailbox Covered in a white coat of poison. What purpose did this serve? To protect The postman from savage stings? He is overdressed In metal and in glass. To save the owner Of the house? The placement of the nest Would not make him strain his arm to get His letters. To beautify a space? That pile of powder looks completely out of place. Man’s nihilistic control of nature Is its hidden meaning; the corruption Of the Southerner’s inner disposition – His close-felt kinship with the creation And his strong yearning for what is comely – Is its final, sad conclusion.
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