Antidote of the Beekeepers

The guys in surveillance trucks, hired and fed by
the breadmakers in all of us,
came to admire him as they listened over wire to
some of the beautiful
things he said in conversation.
Tears rolled down their eyes, onto their mashed jelly
donuts as they shook
their heads slowly and wondered what a man
like this would say in
their defense, in
response to their tiny crimes.

© 1992 Daniel X. O'Neil

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