and what to do with an errant Queen
she’s marked, her days linger lined
is there a kingdom for another so sweet
or must she perish in the muddle of the feat
to find a way to keep her life
when all asunder with two hives rife
dual colonies at bat for charge, to
choose who wins and settles the new
a balance we know no longer
look to bees and see their wonder
of how with grace they hold the peace
if only we humans could reach this place
we’ve longed disrupted all the order
pretending to know what is best with mortar
and guns, the destructive ways
and now a Queen, is marked by days.
the bear and lion of the canyon
roam under eyes from those at random
who decide the numbers and hunt
their wildness on their home front
where once a balance o birds and bees
wild felines, bear, scraggy canines and fleas
lived together in their own domains
giving wide birth to all who reign
today we tip delicate scales
from nourishing heaven to crazy hell
finding discord and pain with endings
perhaps a Queen who without a mending
will be the sacrifice yet once again
an errant Queen no, hive, due to men
the species strong of mind and knowledge
one day perhaps we’ll discard our foliage
and anti up to our mistaken ways
perhaps still time, in this foray
and if the end is near and soon to come
it is love, play and joy that take us home.
Kat
3 October 2019
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