Terminus
- Words Among Trees
- Aug 21, 2019
- 1 min read
It feels like a star
burst within my aching chest
the bees are dying
what then can be done
the masses ignore
the signs of quiet demise
one more jagged sigh
another hive dies
elites spray more pesticides
what then can be done
we are inhaling stale hope
the earth is silent
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