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."