the common fear of death

consumables in feather
cloaks of drained mass.

perspektive: a folly inside,
fingers a charcoaled button with
found aches on auburn grounds.

words, sway in no wind.
spilled help-
less over this.

they may tag bees

hoping voices are brittle to the touch till the air
that comes out of their mouths are a modern pile of dust,
weight out and perfectly packaged to crowded stacks that lie
like infinite straws of maybe centimeters apart
from the water everyone will become, so become part

of the water everyone will be. come. likely an alike refers
to the same bus or building or human claw that strips down
indulgant matterless heads of the things created
as bees had become throbbing honey producing matter

warm bees in the sun and leftovers will be tagged,
just as the whale would have exploded his guts into the hori-
zon. so the very fragile may start tagging bees.