The day all the honey bees died

The day all the honey bees died
By Jack Dinovitz

The bees were dancing 
They screamed as they died 

My sincerest to your breathe 
The pollen is gone. You created me. 

The grass lay Dead. The trees crunch and break at the sound of thunder. You laughed. 

They weren’t aware. You gave them to me. Tomorrow laughed. 

The birds sing quietly and the sound of nothing plied in your head.

You killed god and created religion. But what created human?


The day all the honey bees died. 

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  1. I've heard a lot of good buzz about this poem. It did not disappoint! thanks for posting this. Have a good weekend.

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