Hamlet Had It Half-Wrong

dying
one by
little
one
in my
window well,
in my
periphery,
in my
hexagonal heart –
bees
build hexagonally, exactly,
yet
mankind can find little more
than
poor four-sided collapsible
structures
based on
Euclidean
parallelism destined
never
to meet,
alone

on
one way tracks to stagnation
wherever
that may be and
yet
we be or claim to be –
it is
an important distinction –
never
quite managing
to
bee –
chamber
by chamber
of
pulsating
nectar
yearning
to
sweeten
a
right
angled
binary
world
begging
for
the light
from
a
hexagonal
window

first published in "being human"