Intrusive
A Commander snake of kind
Perfectly designed
To be the length of an earthworm.
A Commander earthworm
Fully grown in turn
Has a length that does confirm.
It’s a hot day
Both on their way
To combat and collision.
Snakes are gathered
To decide a matter
Dictated by a vision.
Nearby and unseen
Plants, dirts and rocks a screen
Worms form a military thunder ball.
It signals bravado
Based on a Leonardo
Blueprint for to win it all
Both Commander-in-chiefs
With disdain for slinking thieves
Strut their stuff and start crossing hot asphalt.
Down below both armies gathered
But not with all that mattered
Are hesitant to a fault.
For to start the begin
The keys to a win
Are locked inside a mind’s vault.
Both armies know
It was ever so
And need Commanders to begin the assault.
Strategy and tactics aside
There’s no place to hide
Commanders’ bearings lost in the heat.
Each wriggling and confused
In a delirium of what’s the use
In their heads, heat the dominant beat.
Just then two passerbys
Nature lovers to their sighs
Neither aware nor knowing the other.
Shoes protecting their feet
From that boiling asphalt’s heat
Each a wanna be fairy godmother.
One grabs the snake
And decides to make
A decision of aid most profound
To the left or to the right?
Both are grassed so both might
Be the snake’s goal’s ground.
The other grabs the worm
And quickly turns
To the left then to the right.
But the desire to aid
Is a guess to be made
In the absence of foresight.
And so in the way of man
With good intensions but not plan
Each chooses the wrong place to land.
But each Commander crawler
Still carrying heat’s disorder
Has felt a sacred hand.
Each knows the intervention
And by extension
To be the will of the divine
And its delirium on time
And with a touch most fine
Must be celestial design.
Each of the Commander crawlers
By its own order
Bows to the maker’s plan
And abandons war
For ever evermore
And reflects, “If me, then why not man?”
The battle field still down there
In the shaded cool moist air
And the two armies still a’waiting.
Tedium starts to grow
With the boredom that it sows
And unsustainable suffocating hating.
Till all the crawlers’ senses
Stop the wheel of senseless
And start on the nearby pond and beach.
And the lemonade and ice cream
And the reality of their dream
And go never more into the breach.