Bee

Flacko
1 min readMay 27, 2023

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Bee

Home
Just on the right side of drunk
An evening’s job well done

Key in the door
And on the edges

of already
Blurred vision
I saw a blot of black
A bee
On the wall

Had snuck in the frame
As if awaiting our return

Then the thing just dropped
Like a magnet that suddenly lost its pull
An almost soundless thud

Like paper ripping

But worse

It writhed meekly
On the floor
We considered options
Settled on sugar water

I’ll get you back to the nest, fella
JUST HANG IN THERE

You are pollen’s unwitting agents

Without you there’d be no flowers

The wheels really would come off

Its belly pulsed
Little limbs distended

I remembered the squirrel in Surbiton
Wondered if its head were still
Somehow intact
Or long since returned to earth

With the goats and ducks and horses

I came back later
It was still alive, but barely
Some fight
Some biology still working

But then
I saw its legs

Folding in

Strangely symmetrical
All squared up

As if it knew this was the last thing
It had to take care of

Squirrels, bees, civilisation
The best intentions

Finest margins

Dwindling prospects
Depleting populations.

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Flacko
Flacko

Written by Flacko

I like making maps and playing with words

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