Work For The Night Is Coming - Poem by Marianne Reninger
Workers of the world unite
Before the nectar-laden world takes flight
And shreds our delicate web of life
Forty Five Days is all you've got
To feed the flock and pollinate the lot
Of Sweetest bee balm, lavender, and forget-me-not
For sacred honey...
Stingerless, dreaded Drones
Just lie around and groan
In ecstasy waiting for their turn
To pleasure the Queen...
She, the omnipotent one, spews her eggs,
Commands the hive, creates the drive
To Ensure the lives
Of her colony...
They tell me little worker bee, that if you cease
And night descends, and you and your sister's
Production ends, we Humans have but
Four more years...
Our world turns lonely in this vast universe
Homo-sapiens but a dot in Time's bio-diverse
Of creatures large and small.
But cease your life's work Ms. Worker Bee
And the world might retreat to the edge of the sea,
Revolve to the beat of stingray's tails and jellyfish swales...
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