When God looks down,
We speak the wigwag of a bumblebee
Grunts, clicks, ululations,
Warbles and trills.
If we understand each other,
If we can communicate,
Do we have souls?
I think I wrote this poem at the same time that I took the introduction to poetry class in 2015, but I think I wrote it simply for fun. It wasn’t part of any assignment, and I don’t think I turned it in for any kind of credit. I posted it in July 2015, and you can see the original post here: https://therichardbraxton.wordpress.com/2015/07/01/wigwag-of-a-bumblebee/
I think this poem has a good kernel of idea, and I love the line ‘We speak the wigwag of a bumblebee,’ but it gets lost somewhere. I really want this poem to be good, and I think it wants to be good. But it has been a bad little poem and it wants to be punished. lol 😀