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Like a carrot ripped from soil

And told to sow its seeds

Like a hive meant for bees

Now filled with flies and ants

Like a field meant for hooves

Only touched by rubber and smoke



Blood, semen, spit

Cannot disinherit these gifts

Cannot swindle these truths



Blood, egg, mucus

Cannot disinherit these gifts

Cannot swindle these truths



Bastardized grains

Euthanized meats

Poisoned leaves

De-crystalized salts



Ripped from the land

Distorted nature

Repurposed bodies



Until the bees fly again

Their homes rot in the sun

Until the bees fly again

Their nests

With flies

Overrun