The Beauty of the Metropolis

The Beauty of the Metropolis

 

 

 

As bees in field immersed in bramble

alert, alone, are wont to gambol

 

we vie for prizes, argue cases

gather up the world in flowery phrases

tho belief in fanning wings elapse

and colonies collapse

on top of us

and panic render orphans

of stingers left, in tender portions

of the populace

who flee as if the ruined lives

are rooted in reclusive hives

those honey-filled, prismatic cells

the tamper-proof, bespoken hells

the beauty of the metropolis.

And if a stranger stop to greet

a fellow drone bee on the street

to ask why we invest in lives together

in the ashes of so many sad returns

he will say there's so much beauty, sometimes it burns.