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the hive
aresole insecticide seeps into the hive
and everything goes to sleep
a deep sleep
the kind of sleep
you don't return from
like a tiny jonestown
a mass grave
all yellow & black
and dead
and of a single stinger
in a little girls swollen wrist
we learned from god
how to kill when we don't know
what else to do
and everything goes to sleep
a deep sleep
the kind of sleep
you don't return from
like a tiny jonestown
a mass grave
all yellow & black
and dead
and of a single stinger
in a little girls swollen wrist
we learned from god
how to kill when we don't know
what else to do
Published 7th Aug 2015
| Edited 25th May 2022
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7th Aug 2015 3:45pm
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9th Aug 2015 8:28am
it speaks of injustice in a way, but such is the course of natural enemies...
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