Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem is about the ant world, and how it can seem like a smaller scale version of the human one.
On the Surface of it, Ants…
cobweb on dewdrop grass
obscuring the formicidae sky
might resemble hazy canopy to a soldier
wondering about life while
strolling earth’s surface
among the alien space
above its colony of queens and workers
hidden order of hymenoptera
subterranean maze has order
Marc Latham’s new Folding Mirror poem wonders if insects such as bees and ants think of their queens as goddesses. Bees have democracy, so why not religion?
Maybe the idea in some human religions of the Earth Mother giving birth to all life was inspired by the insect colonies, as the queen bee and queen ant are the mothers of all others in their colonies.
One day we might have the knowledge and technology to find out. Until then, here’s the poem:
My God, An Insect
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