Beneath the Glass

Naked
For the first time
Out of his burrow
Amongst the colony
Standing shoulder
To shoulder with
An army of ants
As a white
Hot pinpoint of light
Pins lottery losers
To the ground
Stripping away
Their flesh and dignity

Time still
To scurry
Back into the dark
But feels as though
He has become
An object of curiosity
To his own self
And would rather
Tempt
A black hole
In his head
Beneath the giant eye
And scorn of
Hateful children
Than risk
A private chamber
Decorated
For nobody