Ten Thousand Bees

They came in August, like an army from the north

a large droopy bundle

on a limb they held

an old man’s beard they

became full of stingers and

wings that beat

I ran out of breath to see them

like that, they pulsed, they moved

as one they did think

their center was lovely

so strong and yet weak

they gave us their nectar

we gave them our fear

The keeper came and told them to

wait, he was housing them soon:

but they did not hear

but they wanted to go

but they did not know

he was their friend

Ten thousand bees came to live

with us now, their ghost was gone

so they wouldn’t tame

so we are their camp

so they let us dine

honey and comb divine

page 19 from Western Soul by John K Bucher

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