Many bees working today Sunday
the pomegranate flowers much
tunneling and back and
forth traveling to a bivouac
under the eaves
my eaves I feel grateful
they’ve appropriated
if it help them save
themselves from us
is this not a suicide face
the head on a Roman coin
or on the other hand
the skilled saw voices
of another world
those hinges
electric keening
the door
in a horror dream
wrestling with itself
at the last second to open.
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