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WAR MARCH OF BEES Jacqueline Farley University of Arizona

The bees. They beat their backs. The bees, they beat their backs against the window pane. The bees, they beat their backs against the world beyond the window pane. The bees,

they beat their backs and climb the sheet of sugared sand. The bees, they beat their backs and taste its sweetness with their feet. The bees,

they beat their feet and backs with burning light. The bees,

they beat their anthem drum into their sides. The bees

they beat, we rise, we rise, we rise. The bees, they beat their wings, a hanging weight. The bees,

they beat into the sugared sheet. The bees, they drown along with gravity. The bees, they beat the fall, fall back. The bees,

they beat the pane with pain. The bees they sleep on beaten backs. The bees,

they beat their backs again.

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