Thursday, 18 April 2013

NOTHING CAN PREVENT THE BEES - APRIL POEMS - THIS ONE AN OLD POEM REVISITED








NOTHING CAN PREVENT THE BEES

when my hair was aluminium shavings and each strand was a follicle
of skyscrapers, each curve and kink and bend was the willowed wing of a bird

when smoke rising from chimneys crooked and blue was the curl
of your fingered dawn struggling into its first shift

when salt crystal beads and prayer in days of shaven heads were hands 
and beards crazed in bayous and you told me your years had been swallowed

by a great white whale

i knew then that nothing can protect the greenblue plankton 
nothing can prevent heaven's empty belly from rumbling

nothing can prevent deserts from their low and melodious humming, and
nothing nothing nothing can prevent the bees from swarming

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