A small scene of Carnage In the Park

I saw a honey bee On the ground, it Looked as if asleep; Dead but whole and Complete. To express my respect I watched the sun set next to it—two meters in be -tween. Then as the sun Sunk in heat, the bee sunk Under several boys’ feet, Mashed with ferocity, hormones, inferiority. They stomped as if grinding their teeth. And I just stayed On my seat, made sure I heard All the laughs and bone Crunching of the bee, made Sure I was poisoned with this red fiery scene: They beating the bee Me beating me Bee beating they and Bee beating me. The boys walked away As if victorious, the bee Stayed there Glorious.