Consider: the verbal dearth
that is always a main ripple of extinction.
The lexicon of wilds goes on nixing its descriptions.
Slimming its index of references
for what is
super as a rhubarb, and juicy
as a peach,or sunken as a
comb and ancient as an alder tree, or
conifer, or beech, what is royal
as jelly, dark as a wintering
hive, toxic as the jessamine vine
who weeps the way a willow does,
silently as wax
burned in the land of milk and
all the strong words in poems,
they were once
smeared on the mandible of a bee.
Playing with Bees, RK Fauth
