The bees are dying

I’ve been too long away
From worship
Adulation
From putting things on pedestals
From flagellation
And all it’s comforts

I have been a empty beehive
Full of the memory of sweetness and ferocity
Where are the giants fleeing the barbs
Where has the honey gone?
You won’t find any answers in coffins or shells
Home is empty
Promise died
And so did repercussion

All that’s left is cracked honeycomb
A chalk outline
And staring eyes
My words
Like hives in trees
No
Like men in trees

Those beautiful words
Once full of life
Left hanging