I hunted with the children of the sun
Who hunt the liquid gold. I saw them turn,
Like furnace sparks made flesh, to rise and run
As swift as their sun's rays that ever burn,
To take pursuit again. I saw their stores
Stuffed but to bursting with the sweet of meads.
I walked their amber palaces on floors
Of quartzite, tessellated, topaz beads.
I watched them rise in molten righteousness
Against a murderous and greedy tide.
I saw them crippled, crushed, and penniless.
I was their only mourner when they died.
For their memorial: this dross I write,
And two most noble things; sweetness and light.
Colony Collapse Disorder
I double checked just now, and according to wikipedia we still don't know what causes colony collapse disorder.
I remain convinced that it's going to turn out to be Monsanto's fault.
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I remain convinced that it's going to turn out to be Monsanto's fault.
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