CEO - BNE Publishing
Bumble Bees
I was just a kid
of about eight years old,
when I first saw death.
And, oddly enough,
I watched it,
creep into my palm.
Beneath white and pink rose petals,
for just a moment… . .. .
I could feel it.
Buzzing, humming gently and softly vibrating my palm
And then it stopped
Suddenly there was a cold wind
And I knew it,
For the first time I had felt death.
I saw death, as it fell from the vibrant summer roses onto the ashy soils below.
When I was eight years old
in the summer of third grade,
in my mother’s rose bushes,
I inspired death.
And for those few moments,
After the vibrations in my hand had stopped.
I knew,
that this cold, this wind, this world,
would all,
one day,
die.