Bees

I tore out the agapanthas
Leaves sawn, thrown in a heap,
Butchered the roots with a pickaxe
And stuffed the brainy clumps into bags.

The wormy soil left steaming in the sun.

The bumble bees return to find the ruin where their tunnel entrance must be.

The compost, the horseshit, trowels and seedlings abandoned in the shade.

We shall forgive these trespasses.  The chaos and confusion.  The blame and retribution and look not upon the sap plastered pickaxe, but, in horror, still disbelief, at the bees trying to make sense of it all.

your happy meal

Rip open and strip the packaging

savour the promise of joy i bring

i’ll make you happy baby

sink your teeth and grind the flesh

toss and screw and fuck the rest

sip my shake and wake the taste

dip and dunk and suck the baste

i’ll make you happy baby

i’ll be your carrion in my lethargy

so swoop and scoop and vulture me

my entrails are all yours to reveal

your cheesy smiling happy meal

take me away baby