(bees)

Bees gather
on the remains –
too little to be called
a carcas –
a wing, some
feet –
gray feathers
with tips of white,
the smallest
ones blowing
away –
blood red vestiges
golden ???
I did not know
bees fed upon
the dead.
It threatens
my love of
honey.
I like to keep
them singularly
situated on
pistol & stamen,
cheerful,
industrious,
committed
to their task.
I like to organize
nature,
the good
& the bad.
It makes life
easier,
as delusion
always does.

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