Nesting
An unforgiving winter is comingbut discomfort
is no longer a season,manmade extinctions
are the new norm — —- —- —-that’s a different poem…
According to beekeepers, this winter is going to be a real drag
‘em out eventbecause bees
are already throwing out the excess,like months early.
I’m referring to honeybees & the somewhat insolent drones
are men & the bees
that do the dirty workof keeping the hive efficient
are called workers.
These bees only ditch the drones early when they need
to, not for sport.
Workers are happy to keep the drones around
for as long as it’s feasible
as drones are family:offspring,partners,
dependents,& housemates& relationships
are complicated.
(I’ve never met a woman who would disembowel
to make a moot point).
When the honeybees know it’s going to be especially cold
they pack all their honey in the brood box
for the surviving girl-gang& their queen.
The brood box—as if they know they are poets.
They stay warm through winter by shivering.
This silent synchronized
contraction, this tremble, becomes muscle memory
(not an overproduced concert of crickets,
or the melodrama of cicadas who leave so much
still, yet encapsulating carcass
in their wake)
which keeps the hive a near-human 95 degrees—
as if our incessant buzzing
caused these matriarchs to mimic us—
The Buzz
After Mayra Santos-Febres
“Low-frequency noise annoyance has been reported worldwide
over several decades – so much so, there is now a global hum map and database”
The Omagh hum: what is the source of the town’s mystery moan?
—The Guardian
We don’t know when the noises were first detected.
But we know that low frequency grazings have been
heard around the world for decades: Taos, Auckland,
Frankfurt, Detroit, Omagh. aaa
agH
aaaaagh.
You’re all very
grating.
There’s speculation that it could be your submarines, windfarms,
UFOs or just your 5G rattling the earth to annoyance. Ce. Ceea.
Ceeeee. See
more people live beneath the earth and under the sea than above—
the catacombs of Rome and Paris with tunnels of reburied
at discos way above 432
hertz
it all does
as the ones
who jumped
ship
before crossing
The Atlantic’smusic——a brined soup of
brown noise séance
& potluck
waiting
buzzing
for the last round of children to return
that’s what we,listen(ing) to
you are
