I am a bee Hiding in the hard skin of a wasp Living like a lying ghost Among the ascensions, the decensions Of their paper nest.
Born in a honeycomb I wonder when life became Less like honey and More like venom To me - I was designed to fail The moment my wings grew Too small for my furry, fat body - Maybe it's just Mother Nature Telling me what I'm meant to be.
Had I tear ducts I'd weep Alas I can only pretend morning dew Is my sadness collected on a blade of grass, For I fear these angry, swarming creatures Will notice I am not like them And then will prey upon me Until they rip me open And my dust will spill out Until I am nothing But sinking motes of yellow and black.
Mother Nature, in her infinite compassion, Laughs.