Honey (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
In my wall, are the bees
Now for two years they've danced
Around in that trance for their queen
In my call, are the bees
Because, I hear them when I sleep
Best when I'm down, and letting
go of my assemblage point, round
With a stretch like a pipe I might
try to understand these bees.
I press my hand to the wall
It is queerly warm, alive
Bees do a secret song and dance
late in the night. One I had never heard,
but the Gods have been kind to me
this year, and I have lived with bee,
and my wife and sons, a luckily
charmed life, and now I've learned
the refinement of honey
the sacrifice for family.
They go in and out of hole,
But on the in -- it is wide, and long,
and boxed up strong between us,
and them, and very late at night
On occasion, we hear a song
Trippy, and perfectly timed out
she sings to her children,
and I sing to mine of time, and honey
Of land, and creature
Of swell, and nature.
My wife says,
"You have gave up on killing the bees?"
She smiles, and she too has the stick of honey
She too is the buzz of wing, but
what she doesn't know is that
the landlord sent the men to
remove the queen, and now
the rest will die.
We must leave this city, and not ask why
Leave this city, and our honey, on the fly
Into the night; on a whim that was borrowed
He owns the queen, the bees, and tomorrow.
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