Bee Keener
I will go out and tell them now,
let them know that she is dead.
They will momentarily stop their buzzing
to better absorb the news.
It is said that insects, unlike humans,
have no individual souls.
Instead,
the swarm has a collective psyche.
At wit's end I turn, according to custom,
to the makers of honey, Apis. Mel.
I will call out her name to the bees;
not once, but many times.
I'll wear no hat, no veil, no gloves,
knowing that they will not sting me.
Anyhow,
no sting
could compare...
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