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| Looking Up by Singing Blackbird |
If we lie down in a field or on the beach
belly stuffed on a Sunday afternoon
while we smile under the sunlight, a quiet war is waged.
an infinity of members maybe
all wearing the same face
unseen by our contented playground minds
and painted by our hollywood government
and Area 51 and Alaska.
They are genius maybe
compared to us simple earthlings
we are an unknown species
same as we do not know the language of the ant
i know when we have picnics at the park
or when ice cream melts on the sidewalk
the ants are never looking up at us
like we look up
