Tales of tiles

 The faded and worn
Tiles were chipped and grimy
The years had not been kind
Some were missing
Some had chewing gum stuck to them
Turned black and hardened
To a cement like substance
Along the grouted cracks
Between tiles marched the ants in formation
Going to the food that shouldn't have been
Eaten on the pool deck
Slippery running feet
That shouldn't be
Slap their way to the door
Then two men in shoes slap back
to the waterlogged body on the floor
When it's taken away
Heart beating again
No one cares about how
grimy it is on the floor