THE LOVE SONG OF J. APIS PRUFROCK
Let us go then, you and I,
when the fields are spread with neonicoti(noids)
like a bee displayed upon a needle.
Let us go then, through certain half-deserted rows
of corn that rustles, grows
from corporate seed catalogs
(all for low-end restaurants with soda and hot dogs).
Bees that follow with a tedious hum
but insidious poison
may lead them to an overwhelming population crash.
Oh, do not eat high fructose syrup!
Let us ban neonics in Europe.
In the fields, the honeybees come and go
trying to pollinate the rows.