Colony

Top hacked open to glaring sunlight,

heaved from the ground then halved then quartered,

    mud carved tunnels with secret entrance,

    food stocked caverns and nursery chambers,

    solid homestead crumbles in seconds,

    warning pheromones plume too late -

Out from the ruins; an open wound,

black wiggly lines blindly scurry,

sisterly comrades leading the young,

their dead/their queen - far behind.