Circle a tree
With circuitry
I burgle a bee
A honeybee
She's lonely. Me?
I'm strung out, free
But I'll leap right down
To stomp on the ground
Wakes electric tree
From its reverie
It sparks then frowns
Look, see its sounds
Some sounds are round
Or sharp and loud
Like grinding, grinding
Coffee grounds
Mimes and clowns
And bees and hounds
You've missed the point
By leaps and bounds.
-Matan Cassirer (b. 1983)
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When you burgle a bee do you get honey?
ReplyDeleteThe second and last stanzas are my favorite.
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