A MEMORY OF BEES

it had been said the end would come like this
a dim dawn of the sun
become erratic without clouds
dark dark blue sky as if
done in blotched water colour
instead of the real thing

some shades like ghosts already float around
prior to signing out completely
are criticised for just giving up
                    before it really gets tough
a woman looks bug eyed though has nothing
to do with the bees

                               already gone as life
becomes toxic in unexpected ways
at first they looked fine in all their variety
as usual blamed nobody for their constant search
inside flowers and pleaded that the world
should continue after its final days -
now lay preserved in heaps inside large glass jars
as memorial to their passing
                                             no exceptions
just that
               until the end
I'll retain a memory of bees