This afternoon I saw a bee collide

With a brick wall;

Crumple to the ground,

Fizzling like a dampened firecracker, spurt spurt,

(six-legged twitches),

Little brown wriggling in silent agony.

And I found myself thinking how strange:

Me, my mother trimming my hair, snip snip,

While this bee in post-traumatic shock.

And if this bee be insignificant in its brutal and unexpected death,

Then what could I,

merely human,

Ever hope to be?

Haha, this is a true story believe it or not. It was strangely inspiring.