Les Ruches Malades

Walking by some grey beehives
I look up
To the uninhabited blue of the sky
That confines me to earth
Even more absent than myself

In this life that I lead
Every day is the same
And wasp among wasps
I gave my wings
For the pleasure of idiotic queens

The night and its cold lights
Changed the ill beehive
Into a beautiful glass castle

In the early morning
The Sun unveils obscene wounds
Of these sprawling megacities
Whose poison and stench
Suffocate and rape the souls
Than they keep within them