Hive Mind

The bee corpses caught my eye as I walked in.

They lay there as if in deep slumber,

like the lifeless cadavers of old men

- except nobody wept for them.

There was only a deafening silence,

that hung in the very air I breathed.

The bees had done their bit for the hive.

New bees will replace them now.

There may be hundreds of them,

working tirelessly, with little reward,

for Her Majesty.

In tyranny till the day they die.