At the end of the endless cry
a bee tree slumps humming
mourning in black and why
The stump does not sigh
though the bees aren't coming
at the end of the endless cry
It hums and buzzes
darkly softly thrumming
mourning in black and why
In yellow and tears and why
the endless patient strumming
at the end of the endless cry
Under the heavy sky
the depths of anguish plumbing
mourning in black and why
And at the end of you and I
the slump of quiet numbing
at the end of the endless cry
mourning in black and why