Men Like Ants  they scurry in the background: men like ants.   when seen from  reasonable perspective, we're no big deal.  ancient buildings, survivors from forgotten  earthquakes  stand uncertainly,  ready to fall when winds blow in certain directions   men like ants can do nothing about earthquakes.  ruined buildings, origins forgotten,  purposes unknown.   when i am gone, what i will leave?  (no stones, piled on stones. left as if objects of wonder)