earth

wooly little lamb.
how are you my little man?
eating bales of hay.

the wet snow in spring.
hell must have frozen over.
or life in hades.

i don’t remember
the warm sun in november.
life a cold winter.

all human culture
relies on yellow and black.
busy little bees.

the wide wet winter.
forever fog cold and damp.
all for oil barons.

the bees are drowning.
mortal mist of fungicide.
man mass murderer.