I don't understand the poem Departmental by Robert Frost. Do you?????

Question

An ant on the tablecloth

Ran into a dormant moth

Of many times his size.

He showed not the least surprise.

His business wasn't with such.

He gave it scarcely a touch,

And was off on his duty run.

Yet if he encountered one

Of the hive's enquiry squad

Whose work is to find out God

And the nature of time and space,

He would put him onto the case.

Ants are a curious race;

One crossing with hurried tread

The body of one of their dead

Isn't given a moment's arrest-

Seems not even impressed.

But he no doubts report to any

With whom he crosses antennae,

And they no doubt report

To the higher up at court.

Then word goes forth in Formic:

"Death's come to Jerry McCormic,

Our selfless forager Jerry.

Will the special Janizary

Whose office it is to bury

The dead of the commissary

Go bring him home to his people.

Lay him in state on a sepal.

Wrap him for shroud in a petal.

Embalm him with ichor of nettle.

This is the word of your Queen."

Answer 1

It seems to me to be a commentary on how impersonal society has become -- the general lack of interest in the fallen ant, except for those whose jobit is to pick up the body. In a way, it likens society to a vast bureaucracy where no one exceeds the parameters of their duty -- hence the title, "Departmental."