Secrets of the Beehive by MW Pinsent
A sting in Polk County
The evidence incriminatory
Coast to coast to coast to coast
Who do you love the most?
Brown or red?
New unwritten rules abound
In the language of the underground
Fumbling and stumbling new dialects
Trying to reincarnate
Dying sects
Of venomous little insects
Stinging amongst themselves as the mite infiltrates
The colony and weakens their more amorous traits
Quickly and quietly
And with plenty of honey
To drown the venomous before dawn
With their own medicine
Fair is fair
And soon they’ll be gone.
It’s been a long time since I’ve shared a found poem from the Pittsburgh Missed Connections. This one about bees and beehives makes me look forward to spring flowers and warm weather. Hopefully we all survive the rest of the winter!
