Brushed swept tumbling
from a thousand stories high
and land fall upon stable legs
while man stumbles
a few imperial feet
and suffer pain
mere metres and death may await
come upon him
while I anti bounce back
resistant built into my model
giant shoes tread mine earth
kill crawling things
whether accident or purposefully
I am anti
Ant I am
vox populous
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