Should I separate
wax and honey from
the comb to embalm
the black feather and entomb
the golden spoon?
Bee keeping lore says
corpses covered in honey
kept preserved without
a stench until buried.
Old blind Huber mentions
intruding rats stung dead -
encased harmless in wax
by vigilant bees guarding the hive.
I scour away the honey puddled
on my table like amber weeping
from wooden wounds.
I puzzle over toast crumbs
picked up and pressed into the tip
of my middle finger.
