PAD Day 9: Battle of Large vs. Small

Today's dual prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: (1) write a poem with the title "Battle ______", and (2) write a poem in which "something big and something small come together". This isn't the first time I've written about my household nemesis, the ant, and it probably won't be the last.

Battle of the Kitchen

I've brought in the WMDs for a frontal assault

on the advancing line toward my cupboard.

They will not take my provisions.

They will not overrun the countertops.

They shall not pass.

I drove them back from the sugar

but now they're attacking the cereal

and raisins. I need to outflank them

with poisonous buttons and spray,

or even that homemade concoction

of powdered sugar and boric acid.

At first I feel  no remorse for my use

of chemical weapons in this campaign.

This is my domain, dammit, and they

are the invaders. There's no U.N. for ants.

But I must admit there's the smallest pang

of guilt when I seen dozens or hundreds

of tiny black bodies lifeless on the shelves.

I wonder how different it feels from

a bombardier looking through his sights

at everything and everyone

he has just destroyed below.