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for creative writing students

You wish the ancients’ tricks were so easy still:

Bury a young bull (which first you’ll have to kill).

Be sure his horns poke through, above the ground.

Let pass one month; check back as bees surround

the stinking mush from which they seem to rise. Alive

with fresh direction now, they build a hive,

select their queen, make royal jelly—muse;

they dance in air a map, or perhaps a ruse.

The nectar quest will turn their sips to food

that makes more food to sweeten and do good

your midnight heart as it weighs a slaughtered bull

against a swarm against gold drizzled toast. Call

this sequence “causal fallacy,” post

hoc, yet between us, isn’t most

of what we trust a mystery? Our faith

in one wildly written life revitalizes death.