for there is a woman – (Esther Traugot) — who stitches yellow — blankets for bees — (now deceased) — to bring them peace — in their eternal sleep — thorax-wrapped elegy — she is aware of this — chemical warfare of this — history: each — animal migrates . her tapestry — resists the patriotic . even — the most passive absorbers — of news knows what happened — at Sea World . death — is a migrant—(un)documented — is there any stranger — in a world where one woman — can take such care — of our dead