Two boys in a field,
all grass and weeds,
sharing a jar full of bees.
Softly, quietly, small goddess
in flight – we stole her life
– trapped her in a bee jar.
We closed the lid
and they ripped her apart.
Two boys in a field,
all grass and weeds,
sharing a jar full of bees.
Softly, quietly, small goddess
in flight – we stole her life
– trapped her in a bee jar.
We closed the lid
and they ripped her apart.