O Thou Ant

Thou man, like an ant
Who knows only the trails
Of her comrade's scents;
Deaf, and dumb and blind.
"Describe to me sight!"
She cries, "Give me evidence of sound!"
I smell the Ammonia  of her trails
And she believes she has made a discovery
Finding the little kernel which she
Brings back to her colony.
Can she become a man,
Though? Can she have the faculty
Of a man? Or is her science
All she'll ever know, of her scents
With her deafness, muteness, and blindness?