Part of Something Greater

The colony hungers. 
I try to satiate the insatiable,
by flinging flesh into the bottomless maw.

But I am wounded, bleeding, dying.
Too weak to continue the hunt, but not too weak
to offer myself in place of my escaped prey. 

My brethren must feed. The brood must live,
Even if I must die. For I am only one among many,
A single carapace in a sea of chitin.

The swarm will survive and march onwards,
Until the black  of our armor blankets the ground,
and all tremble at our passing.

My sacrifice is not so great.
I am glad to give my life for the queen. 
In my fellow myrmidons, I march on, for we are legion.