A Message From The Queen

For a moment, the thrashing dance is still.

We find you reflected on every plate

And lens of our composite eyes. We wait

For your vibration , your shivering will.

 

Lifting up is such ecstasy, leaving

The grubs and the grinding days behind.

Sweet sons and daughters goodbye, we will think

Of your tiny bodies, pulsing, feeding

 

And not be sad. We leap into the sky

Above the hard earth, the windy spaces.

Turning, twisting in a line of chases,

Maddened by the call, the need to fly

 

And be with you. To find ourselves worming

Into the churning frenzy, the deafening hum

Wings and legs entwined, moving into one

Crawling, screaming, swarming, swarming, swarming…