To lose a bee,
a drowned drone, free
of life's eternal misery.
He worked, he worked,
but all his honey was for me.
I ate it, licked it,
Plucked and sucked
It was a sweet delight.
But this poor bee,
in final flight,
rests,
commiserated
in his plight.
Poor, poor bumblebee—
Your wings too heavy
To bring you to your hive.