Honeybee Innocence

Honeybee Innocence by Odin Roark Transporting would be routine The colony waited Where thousands of fellow creatures Respectfully deposited their wealth Their joyful survival It meant no harm But the small boy couldn’t hear After all Honeybees can’t talk Can they? He had trod on the simple life Now Running up the hill There throbbed within the pain A lesson of love A bee A Boy Never to really understand one another How could he know The creature merely reacted Innocence acted in the dark The bee was gathering love Ultimately giving her life to defend How foreign this experience remained The boy grew The man emerged Discovering stings of the heart The mind Far out-pained the innocent bee’s barbed defense In spite of the years The experience stayed with him And far down the road As in war Where trodding upon innocent creatures Became the collateral norm That one honeybee That one creature that meant no harm Remained the death that started a lesson The first death he couldn’t resolve The defensive death he dwelled on The guilt that haunted his PTSD treatment How simple the experience How resistant the lesson Why is that He wondered