Homo Apis


18″x12″x5″

When the falsetto hum

of the sleek machines

suddenly shuts down,

hands of action reach for purpose,

feeding rust-eaten buckets

with streams of  honey.

Feet steady, backs loaded,

the golden army pollinates

the dying fields of greed

with a flow of spring sweetness.

I posted the process of the making of this piece on my Facebook page here:

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