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COLONY COLLAPSE DISORDER
(The Toronto Star, April 16, 2007)
Bees are disappearing.
Buzzing balls of busyness
forgot their way home.
(24 States cited widespread losses)
Hive hallways ring
with the silence,
honeycombed absence.
(It’s as if the bees flew away
and never came back
)
Pin-striped Atlas shrugged
the weight too great to bear.
(1/3 of the food we eat
requires bee pollination)
Shackled pollen hoppers,
nature’s chain
unlinked.
Apiarists weep
while the world sleeps
and dreams
honeyed complacency.
D. Ouellet
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BARREN
I built my own constricting carapace
from chemicals ingested lavishly,
and wished, with fervor, merely to be numb.
Insensible, I watched myself become
a grim, distorted pasquinade of me,
devoid of kindness, sympathy and grace.
Insomnia, anxiety and grief
have made me recreant, bitter with fear.
I know, my love, that you’d be horrified
at my behavior since the day you died --
not, as you chaffed, in love within the year,
but still marooned on this spiritless reef.
Forgive, my love, the arid waste you’ve seen --
a year from now my garden will be green.
Mitchell Geller (EDowson)
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