It was the only battle which I have ever witnessed, the only battle-field I ever trod while the battle was raging. -- Henry David Thoreau
I rescued a speck floating in tepid water, black
among dying soap bubbles, and set it on the floor
Later it rose from the tiles to make a web
between the toilet and the bathroom sink
I didn't see it move again until the invasion --
I felt like Thoreau at Walden pond watching ants
crawl up the walls and over my toothpaste,
in and out of the drain and under the faucet
One ventured over the marble edge and fell
onto the sticky masterpiece below, body suspended,
flailing, frantic, prepared to fight
till the sun went down, or life went out
Even after being entirely wrapped in web
the tiny mummy body continued to twitch
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