Death Of A Beehive Poem by Kevin Patrick

Its geometry was fractured
With the flash of the first bulb
The shelf-life of her membrane
Became our sacrificed mascot

From Southgate to Manhattan
You swarmed stages with entrapment
Pouring nectar from your voice
While falling through your private void

Simon said, 'where is that girl? '
She hummed, and bused, but had no sting
Instead, she laughed with black eye pearls
Doomed without the keys to spring

Limousine dreams and red carpet galas
Hollywoods down the yellow brick road
You gave us the taste of your contralto honey
But we neglected your poison, with all that money

Fame is your death disguised in slow motion
Supplied in Jack Daniells and Chinease heroin
Jokes for late night, it was just emphysema
New summers come, without your pollen fiesta

Death of a behive
Long live the junkie queen
We all watched her take a nose dive
And kept our hands all spotly clean

Death of a beehive
Laugh hard until you bleed
Enjoy the sequence of her stir fry
Regret is talk for clever sheep

Death of a beehive
Honour the sacrificed
The bounty insects call supply
Entertains us for another tryst