Poem-A-Day: Day 162

Hum Electric

The hum of electric wizardry buzzes;
bees burning holes into my cerebrum
with miniature magnifying glasses.
They hold them to the sun
trying to accomplish angles never before seen;
some proof that two sides are just as good,
like devils and angels arguing moot points
over what tomb is better to be buried in.
There seems to be little repose
in being buried at all,
except for the silence from electric hums.