Old Bee Colony in a Broken Down Homeplace
You and I, we have come to the relic
Blighted with hobnails, slammed tight to plumb
Where the secret city of insects once
Thrived. The comb, brittle as gravely sunk bones
Is a surprise, a tear in time to cheat
The use of what we should carry away.
I set the pinchbar and you laid on strong.
Three hammerstrokes and the clapboard popped free,
So we could build something out in the woods,
Sling up timber for the deer camp which was
Really more of a beer camp, truth be told.
But then we found the colony, some small
Geometry of dirt that exceeds what
We could do with true levels and scaffolds.
See how the bees ripped through these ash chambers
Pocked like the rain torn statues of dumb gods,
And hear a desolate communion
Of silence when they left a grieving song
For us to find in the October dust.
Charles Dodd White was born in Atlanta, Georgia in 1976. He currently lives in Asheville, North Carolina where he teaches writing and Literature at South College. He has been a Marine, a flyfishing guide and a newspaper journalist. His fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in The Collagist, Night Train, North Carolina Literary Review, PANK, Word Riot and several others. His novel Lambs of Men, a story of a Marine Corps veteran of World War I in Western North Carolina, was published by Casperian Books in Fall 2010. He is currently at work on another novel and a collection of short stories.