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El Patrón.
 
nemfrog:

Fig. 26. Volcano in activity. & Fig. 27. Subsequent feeble activity. 1887.
"We are being cloned, the fields are budding
We are being cloned, the almonds are rotting
We are being cloned, our queen is in distress
We are being cloned, our queen is dying
We are being forced to travel 3,000 miles
The fields are full of vapor
We are being fumigated the fields are endless monotones
The drones are calling a challenge
The drones are flying towards us
We are being burdened our wings are encrusted weightedness
Our queen was drugged and laden
Our queen succumbed to poison
Our queen drowned in a chemical sweet mixture
Of antibiotics and Monsanto sugar
The fields are filled with flowers
We are being cloned, down the human argument!
We are being cloned, spare us the monotone
Our colony is in collapse we fly as witness
Our colony is in collapse we die as a bounty
Our colony is dying in mass we salvage the sugars
Our breathern are leaving surprising this leaving
Antibiotics and artificial sweeteners classified ingredients
Gradients of passing here in floral decay
Tons of stolen sustenance our brothers are swarming
Tons of stolen product our sisters come to pass
Our queen is replaced by additional cloned queens
That we struggle to nurture
We provided value the cell phone towers complicate
Our bodies cannot handle your proposal
We provided value our bodies are laden
We provided value our bodies are molested
Our queens are undernourished
Our queens are undernourished
Our queens no longer fabricate
Trucked from site to site we frighten
Trucked from site to site we weaken
Trucked from site to site we parish
We provided value we are not expendable
We are not expendable we provided a chain
We provided a chain of insistence
We the micro work force forced labor
We the micro work force forced labor
Forced labor affirmation and dissent
Our queens of grief and gender
Our queens of grief and gender
The almond flowers expand for miles
The almond flowers are toxic
The almond flowers are saturated with residue
Of noxious toxic agents our drone brothers are choking
Our queen is a castoff millions
The almond flowers of our funeral
The almond flowers of our funeral
The sweets and secretions of our untold deaths
The birthing discourse of our teeming lives
Our queen births thousand offspring
Our queen is of our time
Cross pollination is of our time"

— Brenda Iijima¬†

vuls:

Menashe Kadishman, Cloths A 1979