Once I knew a big brave man

brought low by a swarm of conscience

like the spread of ants,

ants with a purpose as a single force

to find and consume a soul.

 

Though netted by its mass

still he stood though hollowed -

transparent with grief

holding to the tenets of his belief

would not give way

 

until finally those ants gave up their spoil

those heartless denizens of the soil

and left the man reformed

once more made whole

because they couldn't find his soul.