that man was so thoroughly covered with bees

seething windblown utterly silent

indistinct brownian motion

vaguely outlined against a suburban backdrop

madly waving limbs already slowing

less frantic than autonomic 

as tributaries bore poison downstream

sparking vestigial fight response

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He stumbled into the intersection.

He stumbled in.

the dump trunk

a vehicle infrequently seen

on our streets

nevertheless suddenly appeared

as dread-phantoms appear out of tattered movie mist

to surprise the nominal odds

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charged through a green light, it did

truck radiant with pure potential

maths heaped unasked

onto the bee-man's plate

the bee-man's plate, I say

what brought the bee-man to this juncture

he and the dump truck an ordered pair

or maybe he and the bees

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one can't divine the intended theme

of these formulae. one can't.

we know that death is a plain coordinate

we are given to know that a bee-covered man so struck

moves swiftly in death through the air

unburdened in a kinetically explosive instant. 

faithless bees disperse on impact

a startled murmuring cloud.

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