Honeybee’s Die

Are you rapacious with your poetry,

avaricious in your verse

 

Covetous of those words you read,

jealous—maybe worse

 

Do your thoughts deceive with what you write,

does bad intention rule the day

 

Those tracks you leave, the trap you’ve set

—with you the final prey

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

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