The Sting
Honeybees plunge their stinger deeply
die
never to harm again.
Not that I wish someone to
die
when they cause pain.
Potential lies within me
to diminish their sting.
En guard
Advance
Lunge
Counter parry
Stopthrust
Disengage
from
apoptosis.
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Linda – I see you with an epee in hand taking on a honeybee!
Dangerous fun. Good poem!
Having fenced for a while in college…. I love this! Yay! Thanks.
Thx- I fenced in college too! Loved it!
Thanks for teaching me a new word: apoptosis!
Nice comparison of bee stinger to epee!