tried waiting for the words
to come like ants to the onion
I dropped beside the grill,
haphazardly feeling themselves towards
and away,
making contact in the dimming light
with one another in no discernable composition,
feeling curved contours, perfectly seared
to my blackened taste, and retreating,
to tell others, point the way
in hive mind harmony,
collectively conscious
of their next meal;

but nothing came