save the bees

slice beehives like bread,

the combs tipping over like towers,

the pulling down of Hussein,

honey spilling out like Jenga

pieces of a big mistake.


a long, thin blade cuts the meat

like it’s nothing — and the smoke!

bees angrily, frantically flying,

no imaginary cross out of the debris.

only a man in a mask of net,

the same who rips hives from trees!

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