The yellow striped torso caught the sun,
revealing the trembling tiny hairs
and fragile filigree wings working
with God to nurture nature and so
the bee flew over the fence to
the fragile flowers opening to the sun,
and heard the happy buzzing of harvest;
as the sipped sweetness of stamens and
packed pollen baskets ensuring survival.
and banded bodies caked with yellow dust
feasted on people poisoned plants, and
Struggling back to a busy, booming base
grew the honeycomb for the winter’s food.
The six-sided cells filled with sweetness,
Bursting with new life, delighting
the dancing queen. Til,
everyone of them sickened and died.