This is the way the world ends,
with the bang of a
million trees exploding,
with the whimper of a
thousand koalas dying,
and unbreathable smoke,
and blowing dust,
and drying earth,
and drying rivers,
and a howling wind,
and a bloody Sun,
and a feeling of
utter helplessness.
I don’t tread
on ants
carelessly, or
thoughtlessly, or
recklessly, or
deliberately, in
fact I don’t tread
on ants at all.
I try to save
the lives of ants
and beetles and
butterflies; frogs and lizards
and turtles and birds;
and sheep and mice
and kangaroos,
when I can.
Oh and people
too, if needed.
