Ants (Austria 1914) Poem
By Gwilym Williams
Cutting summer grass
Egger-Lienz peasants
with long curved blades of
steel flashing fresh
in the summertime sun
releasing the grass
clover and wild-flower smells
and the dark dank smells of earth
when one swished point
grazes the hidden nest
of ants –
and leaves
its scar upon the ground.
Some stop work
to see them running
crazily around.
The rest
swish on –
bend their knees
dip their shoulders.
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