COLONY COLLAPSE DISORDERA Poem by R J AskewBees are dying mysteriously. A bee hive is one of the most sterlie places on earth and a sick bee will not contaminate the hive, taking itself off to die elsewhere. Audio version: http://snd.sc/HFpzOX
(Deep in hive where bee poet is addressing his sad Queen)
Can but try Do no good Can but try They will not listen Can but try They can not listen For the hive My hive is dying For other hives Will be no other hives Don't cry royal Queen Who are you? But a bee A dying bee Your loyal bee My poet bee Say the word my Queen I need you here What can I do? Comfort me I will come back No, you know you won't Perhaps not We're dying, poet, all dying Don't cry Queen! What else is there? Try to make them listen They have no ears, poet I must try Queen Then go poet, if go you must, fly to them! With your blessing? With my blessing poet Gracious Queen! I will miss you poet I will be back Queen No, poet, no But I must...go I know, I know I will find one who will listen I hope you do poet, hope you do Farewell Queen, may Summer's kiss... Farewell sir poet, go. Go! (exit)
(Deep in man's mind staring at face in mirror while shaving)
Right ear lobe to chin Draw razor across face To chin: three strokes...one, two...three Rinse razor Five or six lesser strokes beneath lower lip Buzzing? Left ear lobe to chin One smooth stroke of blade What IS that buzzing? Pay attention No nicks, not today of all days Focus man That EFFING buzzing! February, frosty? Central heating woken a sleeper Rinse razor Five strokes beneath nose
(Man flinches on glimpsing flight of insect in corner of eye, but being late, persists with shave until... Bee lands on head of electronic toothbrush standing on glass shelf beneath mirror. Man studies bee in amazement.)
How baroque! And how you dance, sir bee, as bees are want. Is that not so? The dance of a bee? Is this what I see? The dance of a bee? And how your antenna do twitch! As if... As if what? Come on bee! As if what?
(Bee falls from the toothbrush onto sink beside brushed steel tap, lands on back, struggles, lays still, struggles anew, turns a circle on his back, dies.)
Unbelievable! What was that about bee?
(Man, now late, gingerly picks bee up by wingtip, holds up to examine closely.)
Amazing. The death ... of a bee.
(Man drops bee into toilet, flushes toilet, looks round for towel, dries face.)
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© 2012 R J AskewAuthor's Note
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