Hive Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hive



I,
(This piece of shit; worthless, drunk)
Think of nothing but shape of hive.
“What is a hive? ”
You ask and I, the mud in rain, collapse and fall.

She was alone, I heard; in car.
I could see her in mind’s mirror
With tens of bees roaming around
Rolled up windows, doors locked, terror,

I think and thought of bees and hive
In same mirror, I could see her,
Wetting her pants, being scared,
Turning the car to right and left,

Heading for home; best, the cottage
They wheezed and wheezed.
Like a Martian, she was in mask.
It seems funny; comedy films.

A big woman, small the bees
In her wet pants, scared as shit
Being wooly with no honey,
(The food we share with forest bears.)

I laughed! Upset I was, of selfish theft.
To rob their food we set the box, domesticize.
Honest are bears and have the guts.
They reach with hands, we say, “Unwise”.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this to laugh at the same time of feeling bad when thinking of how we use everything to satisfy our ego and physical needs. It is based on the story I heard on CBC Radio-1.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jayatissa K. Liyanage 18 August 2014

Human desires an not be satisfied. They drive people nuts and, suffer and suffer till one dies. Only solution is to tame one's own desires in a spiritual way.

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Babatunde Aremu 13 June 2013

Nice poem. Great moral lesson learnt. Keep writing

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