Hexagonal Suffocation
 by Teri Sharp
The insidious humming envelops my head -
Astral bees, their earthly bodies long since dead.
A never-ending, voluminous drone,
Calling me to my forgotten home,
The insectile version of the universal OHM.
Reverberating throughout the honeycomb,
Singing of the coming of the insectile time
When man shall at last comprehend their rhyme,
Learning to crave the sting of life's nectar,
Welcoming the invader disguised as protector.
A willing victim of hexagonal suffocation
Lungs bursting with honey, he makes no supplication.
The last sound he'll hear as he disappears
Will be the insidious humming inside my ears.
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