The bees are disappearing.
The bees are the subject
of online petitions.
You don’t hear the media
make much of the bees.
The bees are turning up dead,
yellow-black husks
dusting the countryside
like pollen, the air robbed
of their buzzsaw noise.
In another lifetime, the bees
will return to acknowledge
the salutes of stamen. The bees
will extrude sun and sky
as a bee the size of a factory
descends on Monsanto.