Ant beds

Yemen

Yamanat

Majid Mohammadi

In the deep land
There is a kingdom that projects beyond him,
Little ants
He hides the secrets of clay
And restores the chaos of the fields
With a wisdom he doesn’t understand
Except for those who try to listen
To the death rattle of existence
When it rubs against her skin.

I think,
Are we like them?
We carry the burdens of our souls
In tight holes
We did it with our own hands?
Are we walking in the same line?
Which was written for us
Before knowing
The steps are written
As dreams afflicted with fear are written…

How strange what is happening!
Ants do damage
We organize ruin,
Ants guard
“His simple survival”
And we demolish
“Our deep meaning.”

Yemen