He lingered in the shadows of their lives.
Deep enough to miss him
A loser's sorry pathetic tale
A greasy existence, a simpleton undone
A parasite immune to social grace
Drunken bees for brains, he buzzed their orbit.
Had they known the danger of indifference
The tightening of his strange persistence
The speed of madness in a fuse lit
They would have run away
Learned to live another day
Making carefulness the key
Instead of ending up as prey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like drunken bees for brains, edmund—great image. very different but with bees in its imagery, check out a favorite poem of mine by antonio machado with the title, here in ph, last night as i was sleeping. -glen