She lay there writhing Having used her last few seconds Of life in sacrifice.
She did not stop the honey-rob. She did not protect the offspring. Only fleeting thoughts had slowed
The thief briefly after the sharp sting; That sting with so few consequences for a thief. For the strong or the stupid brush pain away.
Then pretend.
The poem reflects the loss of innocence. Perhaps, it is the **** or molestation of females which has taken place almost since humankind began. Perhaps it is only the interactions of a thief and an insect. You decide.