{"sf1_id":1709038,"sf2_id":"Oe5xq51M","title":"Colony Collapse Disorder","author":"Rob MacWolf","words":107,"posted_at":"2021-04-21T00:13:00.000Z","tags":["Bee","Poetry","sonnet"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1709038-colony-collapse-disorder","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Oe5xq51M","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/20/9a/209a974d-7c5d-436d-bd5b-7bff8f9a71c1","description":"#32 of poetry\n\nI double checked just now, and according to wikipedia we still don't know what causes colony collapse disorder.\nI remain convinced that it's going to turn out to be Monsanto's fault.","content":"I hunted with the children of the sun  \nWho hunt the liquid gold. I saw them turn,  \nLike furnace sparks made flesh, to rise and run  \nAs swift as their sun's rays that ever burn,  \nTo take pursuit again. I saw their stores  \nStuffed but to bursting with the sweet of meads.  \nI walked their amber palaces on floors  \nOf quartzite, tessellated, topaz beads.  \nI watched them rise in molten righteousness  \nAgainst a murderous and greedy tide.  \nI saw them crippled, crushed, and penniless.  \nI was their only mourner when they died.  \nFor their memorial: this dross I write,  \nAnd two most noble things; sweetness and light.\n\n  \n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1705640-ballade-on-leavetaking.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1709960-the-sun-s-funeral.json"}}