# Colony Collapse Disorder

Author: Rob MacWolf
Tags: Bee, Poetry, sonnet

#32 of poetry

I double checked just now, and according to wikipedia we still don't know what causes colony collapse disorder.
I remain convinced that it's going to turn out to be Monsanto's fault.

I hunted with the children of the sun  
Who hunt the liquid gold. I saw them turn,  
Like furnace sparks made flesh, to rise and run  
As swift as their sun's rays that ever burn,  
To take pursuit again. I saw their stores  
Stuffed but to bursting with the sweet of meads.  
I walked their amber palaces on floors  
Of quartzite, tessellated, topaz beads.  
I watched them rise in molten righteousness  
Against a murderous and greedy tide.  
I saw them crippled, crushed, and penniless.  
I was their only mourner when they died.  
For their memorial: this dross I write,  
And two most noble things; sweetness and light.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Oe5xq51M
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