There that last lone bee lay
no longer seeing the light of day.
Little legs barely wiggling
stinger no longer stinging.
Why, oh why did my life end this way
it wondered with great dismay,
“I’ve been so productive for this civilization
making honey and doing all that pollination.
Now it’s over for me and my kind
soon no longer any food can anyone find.
Humanity may soon awake to its fate
but by then it shall be way too late,
however we shall be back, when I can’t say
We look forward to serving again someday.”
Nathanael H. Pirolo, M.A.
written 4/30/2007 11:15 PM – 11:32 PM