arrogance steeled in East German <br />walled compound - she gloats with it <br /> <br />and still wears the uniform-unseeen <br />her pride bites you in every tongue <br /> <br />such all tall bleak tower, male muscle <br />impish air exudes her lungs- chords strung <br />hightight with malice <br /> <br />perhaps i wanted to <br />find You- but faltered frail <br />and buckled as this bee hive, <br />this stock exchange of dancing, <br /> prancing, twitching corpses <br />fell into my vision <br /> <br />why adapt? why bend my <br /> bones to this bustling crate <br /> of bees? if the bees' world <br />gives me nowt, i will not <br />arrange a fresh bee hive. <br />pesky man bees <br />you feel my wrath.<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wrath-bees/
