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Bee Tapping
The tap faint enough to be a wristwatch hand
belongs to a bee on this side of my living room window
who wants out and more
an end to disbelief
that the sky can be seen but denied
that warmth can seduce but deliver nothing
that sand can be squared by fire
We deign to pity hives
How energetic in our temerity
hewing a pyramid for a single man
carving gods’ faces on godless temples
etching epitaphs on squares of stone and boxes of bones
We tap and tap and tap to contain
what flows and flies
our memorials to passing geometry
our proud elides
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