The hive demanded
thunder, weight, and heat,
A golden drone
with lightning in his feet.
But every pulse within
was programmed for the "sting,"
Until the scurrilous web
dissolved his every thing.
She is the widow,
patient in the shade,
A "mechanical octopus"
of silk and blade.
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pontefract (
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Comments1
Clever wording brings this poem to its point. Nicely done and a fave
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