driven

the bees are in
the wood
burrowing
frenetically
in perfect
circles.
it takes them
very little time
to carve
through one
side to the other.
there seems to be
no discussion
as to what they
are doing,
they just do it.
all of them
agreed upon this
one task.
and when
the woodpeckers
arrive
to take them
out, you understand
the progression
of things
though you ponder
your own
place in life.