Millipede And Bee Poem by Felix Bongjoh

Millipede and bee
Brooding in a dark creepy gulch
Makes you a millipede.
Counting a millipede's legs
Doesn't slow down
The slain mind into meat for mist,

But splits the mind into rooms
Of the chivalrous honeycomb lodging
Dry gobs of misty honey,
The cake to feed the unborn
In mind's womb
Still nurturing ideas' larvae.

Let the famished larvae
Still seeking to stick out their heads
Feed on the best honey
Remnants. Growing the mind from
The centipede's paralyzed pace
To the ground-flying
Speed of the hungry pygmy shrew.

When in grief we're nothing
But shrews preying
On mind's dead leaves
And errant spiders
And other reckless insects
Losing their wings to moist
And grimy, when they may just as well
Crawl their way up
To invaluable air, full-blown millipedes.

Millipedes with lungs
At least can scavenge
In virile bites
On dead ants, the unlively verbs
In a chain of ideas
That feed on particles left
Of honey remnants reduced to dust.
As larvae grow wings
Into bees,

Building another honeycomb
Where fresh honey is made,
Larvae growing into new bees

Buzzing the verb
That makes the mind fly,
Millipedes forgotten
Crawling back sprawling
With the rhythm of dead memory.