A hive of final judgement rained down on him today,
my love was honey dusted to take the sting away.

What nihilism called you to end your flight in pain
instead of deep in nectar while seasons wax and wane?

We walked beneath your eucalypt and meant no local harm,
perhaps you checked our pantry shelf and sounded the alarm.

Quick to save your gentle mesh as we villians pass you by.
Sun's sweet bankers killed in action, vengeful farmers of the sky.

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