Barred From The Hive

Barred From The Hive

The birds have gone to sleep tonight
And after more nights the unnecessary drones
Will be homeless, barred from the hive,
Buzzing around the discarded soda bottles
And trying not to die but verily dying
While I lie here waiting out another year
Of my lifecycle
Barred from the hive
But still alive.

John Tustin writes poetry and love letters in his exile.

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