Thursday, March 07, 2013


but no one understands
the anger of the bees
their geometric maze
and constant drone
of unmatched industry
brushed away
by seasons of harvest
and human whims
the grand plan
heavy on their featherwings
no one explains to them
the principles of pain
when the water is rust
only to be stared at
the incredibly sweet taste
cannot be comprehended

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