Beneath a Blackened Sky

Inspired by Silvia Plath's 'The Bee Box'

Beneath a blackened sky

I tell you no,

Not I.

No murderer am I.

 

Yet here I stand.

All killed

By my hand,

Creatures, hundreds.

 

In a tiny room,

A single light,

An open window

In the dead of the night.

 

By accident you see,

A swarm of menace

Are drawn to me.

Instinctively I kill them.

 

I cut the light

And blasted in.

Poison.

To suffocate.

 

Air inhaled,

I stride right through

And blasted

Times two.

 

No door, No window,

No way out.

I take the life,

Suck it right out.

 

A graveyard, I made

Beneath a blackened sky.

A murderer,

Not I?