Pollinating The Battlefield Poem by Jack Delasquez

Suckle down my honey gatherer
for you are the whisper in my dreams
these days are staminate
bloody bruised and obscene

Collect the shores of heaven
on your little finger tips
fragrant nectar perfume
stained red flower your next hit

Flutter humbly amongst the breeze
going about your daily bread
the lose lipped cannon fires
taking your forest with its lead

For you are now without a home
in the madness of this rush
for humanity has destroyed your life
now bullets, blood you gush.