A Holocaust
by John Sibley Williams


I used to torch ants by refraction,
twisting life-giving light
into a Biblical plague:
the final, fiery holocaust
of a marching black army.
When the sun struck
at just the right angle
the world caught fire,
and what evolution took
full centuries to perfect in me
instantly vanished,
without a cry
or ripple.





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