Who knew the weight,
the burden for such fragile
wings, and then the added
bags of gold that are needed
to feed the queen, the double-
load that they must carry,
no wonder why collective
decisions are a necessary
reprieve in such a swarming,
crowded mass, no way to hear
a solitary thought amid the thick,
thrumming noises, and each one
and all together born with a willingness
for sacrifice, the life given when,
in defense, they deploy the sting —
who knew the giant life of your average
little bee?
—C.L. Fisher, April 2021
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