Brevity.

In one foul movement

everything’s changed.

In hope of trust, and worship,

let the bees fly, with or without stingers,

as long as wings flap.

Passing pollen by their feet

to flowers further down, carrying a message

of life, continual, eternal,

and limited

by brevity.

You will come to pass,

but consequence, by some degree,

lives on,

though in life and

life alone,

and not in yours.