dead bees

dead bees

{06.28.16}

 

I dread these dead bees

I hold the husks of their former lives
in my hands, cupped, like
a wilted bouquet of the flowers
they could never again pollinate

 

even though they were once bees

they exist as a butterfly effect

an entire ecology, a whole taxonomy

can crumble in the wake

of their absence

 

the thrumming of their wings

a noise that will never again

alight upon ear drums

a silence that sucks inward, as a void

to pull so much else out of existence

 

a tsunami of disappearance

the waves that will crash the world

into the nearest extinction level event

 

pushing them to my face

I breathe in the aroma

of pollen and thorax

sweet and emollient

almost how a child’s hair smells

when they are sleeping

 

I dread these dead bees

I hold the husks of their former lives

in my hands, cupped, like

ancient seeds that

can never germinate and turn

to sproutling or fruitgiver

 

as the erasure of history

wipes them from the record

we will witness

the collapse of food chains

and the notion of sustenance or survival

 

it’s a lesson in scale and magnitude

beings so small, yet with import so large

 

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