Bees

An observation, wrapped in a yearning. A prayer. A poem of bees and guns. See also: “Against Gun Violence” and “After a Deadly Rampage”

Bees
The bees
Do not stop
Collecting pollen
When humans
Murder each other
With guns.

The bees think:
How strange,
How low
On the evolutionary scale
Must those humans be,
That they haven’t yet
Figured out
How to make honey
Or peace.

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Tags: gun violence, hope, life, redemption