
Flux Magazine
"A Bee’s Hypocrisy" by Sophie Ammerman
The boisterous bee barrels himself
Into the translucent barrier before him
His wings fluttering with fervent animosity
Stopping for just a moment each time he catches the glass
He buzzes angrily, slamming his body bitterly over and over
Until he believes Death will only provide a gust of Wind to bring him into His barren heart
His belligerent nature blinds him
To see the beautiful Sun through the open door beside him
He only sees what barriers lie before him
So he can seek blame for his bereft body
His brazen audacity propels him toward the glass again
For the last time he flies with his bumptious wings and falls,
almost entirely lifeless, onto the window sill
The Wind picks up, and carries his bedraggled body
To the doorstep with blithe curiosity
The Sun beams down on his weak body
Providing a bright freedom that the bee missed
He grimaces as he recognizes my face
a bright star he can’t fathom to be above him
A Sun with warmth he doesn’t recognize
He writhes to be free of my bewitched strength
My powerful energy that tries to revive his helpless body
I had found him inches from Death’s grasp
He looked up at me and used what energy I gave him
To say “what did I do to deserve this?”
He stung me before he died peacefully
For he got his dying wish
Of blaming someone for his transgressions