Ad Hoc Exterminator

The bees are tied up in a bag out back
The feeder they enswarmed is now entomed
Tied tightly in a pure white plastic sack
One moment they were free, the next were doomed
There’s still a chance perhaps they might escape
Although I can’t imagine how they would
The bag they’re tied up in is like a drape
Of death, a shroud, a white and airless hood
Their stings will die, a muted frantic buzz
Their unborn larvae dried within their nest
Their twitching legs will quiver thus because–
Because I thought to smother them was best
Like Caliban to crabs, I am to bees
Deride me and despise me as you please

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