Hive
by Gary Hardaway
Do the bees of the hive love one another?
Each brief life is lived in dedication
to the honeyed buzz of the colony,
hexangular cells of the nursery.
They don't love bees of other hives
and certainly not intrusive human hands
which bring the sting of suicide bombers
dying for the queen and waxwork city-state.
Nazis in a previous life working their way toward being reborn as ants and then, if they behave, maybe they'll get to be liberated dung beetles. *
This is refreshingly different.*
Great trope. I like the piece.
Individual vs. group. Great trope, indeed. *
Thank you, Matt,
Amanda,
Sam,
and John.