Poem: Honey Yolk

“Cupid Stung by a Bee" — Benjamin West

“What are you doing?”

“Watching death again.”

Yellow, I had trapped the sun.

Orange, within a false cosmic egg.

Honey yolk, there is no death.

The shell interrupted breaks

To a black rot,

Shrill like a daisy screaming,

The egg’s disarray,

I fuse again,

Planting the cold celestial cry

In heavy, dark earth.

Above, the living scent of lemon’s birth,

Punctuated by the vibrating of wings,

The mystery of life in a bee.