Once my father and I found a skull
in a field with the hum of a bee inside.
My father said it was a last thought,
that a man’s last thought stays forever
in his head.
I didn’t want to touch the skull,
just to move closer to see a last thought;
but as I did the bee flew out and I ran
terror-stricken back to my father;
horrified for having tipped the natural order.