bearing witness

the bees are leaving
my apian friends are going
the way of the anasazi.
the bees are leaving.

i pray they found a new earth
of blossom inviting
and colony thriving.

my mother is bleeding,
knife wound in her belly.
my mother is bleeding.

i pray an opening in the
fabric of time
where she may replicate
without malicious children.

i pray she awakens,
as if from bad dream,
to find we were never here.