Thursday, October 10, 2019

Rob Schackne #1011 - Elegy for a Bee

Elegy for a Bee

At the funeral
a flower got up
to say a few words–

the world intoxicated him
flight and colour
the tools he used
to shape the natural order
he was not alone
the humming will go on
pause a moment
we hear it buzz
with intelligence

and sympathy
for everything that
might seem different
that was the toil
honey was his gift
fallen to earth nearby
rest in peace


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