Flying ant day

Do we welcome that day, so humid, so hot  
the day all the chosen, be the new broom  
not be tied and find a new spot  
emerge from the nest, breach the cocoon  
  
With wings beating free  
relish the nuptials the height of congress in pairs  
 find a new home and seek liberty  
to swarm in the thousand and blacken the air  
 
Look down and not up  
the one day that they dare  
fragilities flight the greatest of pluck  
the aeronauts find the sweetest of lair  
 
The queen she will live a decade or more  
last flight, fates, like the mighty Concord  
male's, just death, the waiting reward  
 journey to an ending just mort  
 
Reincarnation a personal creed  
the height of your powers a consummate gift  
to fly with the ants which sex would you be  
take the long or the short, just to exist