Disappearing Snails
Snail shells — some are empty
Polished clean by ants
And, sometimes, the ants haven’t
finished the job yet
Sometimes they’re just getting started
So, we set them aside
To preserve them — rarities these days
As wolves were in these parts
Before they disappeared
As we will soon
The way things are heating
And look at you sitting there
Paying your loans
As though that’ll help
As though that’s not stoking the engine
