Shivering wings (of a bee)

this is the terrible hour of the hive
the massacre of the innocents 

youthful queens lie in waxen prisons
royal virgins, waiting to kill
rivals still encased in silent cocoons 

the way out is to press through blindly
always like this, into the light

from blindness to blindness
a circle
traced back to its beginnings

Leah Kaminsky

 

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