Hazy Acres

I murdered a queen worker just now 

Not sure why 

It was put on a list of tasks 

In my mind that’s one long scroll 

To do 

I walked by her 

Underneath

Working on the nest 

Forgetting 

Ignoring

Happily unencumbered by her 

Until today when I looked up 

I went right for the bug spray

This evil looking black canister 

It would kill me 

She wouldn’t

I sprayed for a short moment

She struggled 

Desperately trying to stay on the nest

Falling down to the cement 

Then struggling some more

I watched her struggle for a moment 

And my soul wept 

I felt ashamed 

Stupid 

I could sense my programming 

Few more seconds 

I crushed her 

To save her from suffering 

As if I did a good thing 

To remedy the bad thing 

I am sorry for my actions 

I will think of you as if I owe something greater for my effort 

I owe you these words 

And beyond 

I am sorry for it 

To kill is to kill 

Period