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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468676" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Statuary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bees may be trusted, always, <br> to discover the best, nay, the only </div><div style="margin:10px 0">human, solution. Let me cite </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> an instance; an event, that, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">though occurring in nature, is still <br> in itself wholly abnormal. I refer </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to the manner in which the bees </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> will dispose of a mouse <br>   or a slug </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> that may happen to have found its way <br>into the hive. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The intruder killed, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> they have to deal with <br>   the body, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> which will very soon poison </div><div style="margin:10px 0">their dwelling. If it be impossible </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> for them to expel or dismember it, <br>they will proceed methodically </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &amp; hermetically </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> to enclose it in a veritable sepulcher <br>of propolis &amp; wax, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> which will tower fantastically </div><div style="margin:10px 0">above the ordinary monuments <br> of the city. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> * </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  When we die <br> our bodies powder, our bodies </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> the vessel &amp; the vessel <br>empties. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Our dying does not fill <br>the hive with the stench </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> of dying. But outside <br>  the world hungers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A cockroach, stung, <br>can be dragged back out. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A careless child </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> forced a snail inside with a stick once. <br> We waxed over the orifice of its shell </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> sealing the creature in. And here, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the bottom of the comb, <br>   a mouse, <br> driven in by winter &amp; lack. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Its pawing woke us. We stung it </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Even before it died it reeked - worse <br>the moment it ceased <br>  twitching. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">   Now everyday <br> we crawl over it <br>  to pass outside, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the wax form of what was </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> staring out, its airless sleep, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  the mouse we built <br> to warn the rest from us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nick+Flynn">Nick Flynn</a><div class=q>
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