There is one particular ant whose purpose
Is to forgive you for the deaths
Of all the ants you've killed
By accident or design. Of course,
He can't spend all his time forgiving you
He's still an ant with all the responsibilities
Of his trade. Once in a while, he pauses
While lugging a sugar grain or digging
A tunnel and shrugs his six shoulders, thinking
"Such things happen. It's that kind of world."
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