Its a bit macabre, but I like it. Someone said something that got me to thinking, which got me to writing.

The steady silent juggernaut
Drones on
Stony indifferent scowl
Oblivious
To the ropes tied to it

Pulling it forward, dragging it back
All the little ants
With their
Heels firmly dug in
Feet kicking
Mouths open in agony

Those ants
Whose
frustrated
cries and pleas,
For haste or hesitance
combined will,
Oaths to God Himself
Cannot amount to so much
As a tickle or prick
The ears
The skin
Never reach the heart
Or change the pace

And day after day it methodically barrels on
So fast or slow it goes unnoticed, so slow or fast it causes panic
Crushing lives and empires
Wearing away everything

And the ants below
Continue to push and pull
Begging for something to change
For one minute more or less
Spending their days tugging it in this direction or that
Constantly switching
Until finally
They themselves succumb
Under its weight

Ground to dust

In time.