boxed in a system
a bee has forgotten to fly
it tries to do it again
but its wings have become sturdy
like the barks of a tree
its feet have forgotten the shape of a rudder
the radar has become strange to
its system
stuffed inside this box
this system the bee has nothing
to be.
just a showcase of what flight could have been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem