Bee Populations Are Shrinking

Something terrible will happen when all the bees are dead
so let them die.
Let them wither and and fall from the sky
and crawl terminally across pavements.
Let their velvet turn to dust in the wind.
Let all the flowers search the empty blue in vain
until their disappointed faces crumple
and they bend to the ground in despair.
Let the world hurtle through space,
lose integrity, shatter and fragment.
Let me never see another bee until I die
for they remind me of honey once loved.