napowrimo prompt #5: make your poetry personal

Hey, I thought this one was silly.  But the subject took me by the hand and wrote itself.  (yeah, right)

Prompt:
readwritepoem.org/blog/2010/04/05/napowrimo-prompt-5-make-your-poetry-personal/

Poetry

She has no name.  She is
the anthill
that you skid into at eight years old;
she is the red queen
who attacked you so viciously that
two hours later, the whelps ran down your thin legs in
iambic pentameter.
Because of her, teachers say,
when you grow up,
you too will be a monarch.
Your mandibles will tear into the minds of youngsters.
Your toxin will change them into songbirds.