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Carpenter Ants

By: Christopher Davies

Cascade under crowbar blow

to the sawdust: fat ants scatter

a seething mass- the pithy

windowframe’s cavern studs,

shed-gorged borers, spiders

picking off the periphery

in shadow.

Grace sits with its bright maw

in the broken wall.

To the deer who skirts

the half-eaten shed

I’ve rolled a fall apple.

Christopher Davies is a cowboy, a hermit, a ditch-digger, and your cat's best friend.

"This poem came from a weekend of dissolution, horror and redemption in Astoria last fall. I pondered the idea of god in everything and everything a kind of great hunger. But then that gives the poem away."

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