Die Ant

by Jon Bennett


I have a job babysitting
an autistic man
obsessed with garbage disposals
the gas range, and ants.
“Die ant!” he says,
and stubs out the little lives.
These things
are not symbolic
they just show
we have no power.
We have no power in the world
and I myself
can save no one
so I sit with the ant man
while I myself
wait for the thumb
of God.


Jon Bennett is a San Francisco poet. His work has appeared in 13 Myna Birds, The Blue Hour and Horror Sleaze Trash.

photo by Nick Fidele