resonant

While the world revolves around the dull sun

spinning and contorting like a ballerina dog

I boringly sit on my cushioned chair

watch down from the window and witness those rotting ants

screaming and running at the violent festival

burned by the gas, to their eyes, noses, hearts

to all who made them defy a splendid rule

and ignite a spark that sets a forest fire

and kaboom, they will all be gone

yet none dare pierce an arrow through my heart

for they all have me deep inside their hearts.

- Resonan Wilde