Poem #2,852 | Their Queen Bee is ageing

Their Queen Bee is ageing
under pull of time [& uglier
tugs] – When she’s gone a
vacuum will not be filled &
their needs’ll shift from her
narcissistic love to feed on
false memories – I sat with
that hive of love buzzing in
dances under rose bushes
that bore red curling petals
& watched beauty drop – a
frantic ant scuttled onward
to feed on beauty dropped