GLISTENING UNSEEN
my viscera
accepts
the alcohol
diluted
of my ancestors,
while plumpish
friendly
bees float apple-
petaled-May in
lily
ponds unaware
they drown,
as needless youth
in muffled motors
roar beyond the
fence,
appearing now and
now
between the slats
of wired cypress,
drowned in fumes
unlike the apple-
water-laden bees
and die alive and
young
which I neglected
years and years
and alcohol ago.
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