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!