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Honey Bees Are Flying Back Wards

breast milk brewed
in factories liberated
colostrum in packets
saints steal the milk
of calves drink then pray
believing in a myth
heat of love in plastic
bags swollen
while leaves eat the sun
turning green we destroy them
honey bees are flying back wards
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Fisher Avatar
January 10, 2016 at 9:33 AM
Interesting poem, Francis. It makes one think
Osho Avatar
January 10, 2016 at 8:31 PM
thanq david for the visit
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