[ the door ]-2 in memoriam
nether I meet you nether life as we know
shaggy vessels importune light and that’s what it’s like to be 12
years old stretch bone-weight leucorrhea lymph arteries
booms the bee wing and candle your spell will
lift the online cyber bullying leaps that girl just 12 to death
it gets better I yell to my fingers but she’s dead
just spoiled air through broken hive
I have 320 ‘friends’ in my hive : says the health guru
the disconnection engendered by facile connection
rains my flood also so forth, so on but tell veracity to purple
vowels they ought to curb incident raises emotion torn
bruises communal bees drunk or unspinning their own
stage had been an order and contract but evaporated those boundaries
that bee now verified
missing and perished withers the almond crop blueberry patch
lachrymal willow bending vertebrae nursery bee awaits you awaits you
child of black hair little sharp teeth bites nipple hears
ouch! that was the last melon in slices the table
falls to outdoor leaves dead ask insatiable environment leaves bee
corpse on sidewalk aren’t you coming
asks the bee’s fossil the sweetness of strawberries weep those girls
fat new queens
we never meant to hurt you but they did and stung true
Posted 11/22/13
second in a series of poems written to reflect upon life in the era of colony collapse disorder, both as it relates to actual bees, and as a metaphor for other, more human collapses