A Murdered Wasp Poem by Lia Padena

the information was pillars
between which the atmosphere loves
it felt like extra magic
an extra camera
in the bee hive
flowing honey and milk
and the lady virus hates it
stability shows the existence of a god
of a faith in the sense of love
in its usefulness
and the lady virus hates it
on the thread of information
she defies their eyes and their will
she wanted to get into their heads
to destroy the atmosphere
the soul is struggling
the aggrieved will seemed strange flames
under a shower of dark and violent impulses
and she moved forward like a murdered wasp
she comes into their imagination
which
oh nooo
she had spied on her