New Poem: Ants

This poem was inspired by a day dream I had after taking the picture shown below.  Not sure what the ants were after; there were too many of them to even see the ground.  If I could describe this poem in one word it would be: ominous.

Ants

Ants descend over the heel of a foot
Of a doll lying face down in the dirt.
Her dress of lace and whiteness,
Soiled only by the laughter of young children,
Hears now, coming swiftly,
The wind between the temporary houses.
It sets the trees, the leaves, the grass
Chattering around the black tongue of ants,
A teeming throng over the blades
Devouring their sharpness,
Like the furious whispering of children
Around a secret.
I bend down to pick her up, to save her
From the vapid march of the mindless drones.
Turning her over in the twilight
I feel the cold porcelain skin, the glass eyes,
The likeness of an infant
And in moments, I sense an insidious tickle,
A swarm of blackness muffling
The sound of the grass,
And the little ants descending.