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.