We witness now the death of buzzing bees,
the bloodbath human and the brood’s disease–
witnessed upon the earth, in wild and wood,
by man and woman innocent as Eve.
Blindly we busily behave as bees
and buzz about our hives in worried life
but healthy happy human bees we’re not;
we have given our hopes to borrowed things,
and taken what is not our right to take.
now the sound of buzzing life collapses
into a cacophony of blind bugs
begging for hope within their honeycombs.