no missile wings as straight

or with such fierce velocity,

humming in tune with siblings

from our chambered hive --

steel bees, swarming blued space

until we meet what dares dispute

our flight and bounce, transformed --

tumbling through organs

at compressive speed

shredding veins; unseen

unless we carve an exit wound.

But don’t blame me --

unchained resentment, black-clad,

is my baptistry.