April 12, 2019 by Samuel Illingworth

Your recent absences have become

More pronounced;

The late spring evenings are no longer

Alive with the industry of your approach,

And the flowers in the hanging baskets

On the high street fidget with uncertainty.

We know that something is wrong, and

So we call a meeting in the public library, where

We trace your ancestry across

The monarchies of a golden past;

Hidden in dusty tomes and sticky catalogues

As we carefully map out the

Richness of your species, placing them

Into statistical bins that we categorise

As familiar genres.

Your range, social behaviours, and

Nesting habits are well known to us.

We have even begun to stockpile

Your favourite flowers – a belated apology

For when you return.

As the pages continue to turn our

Initial excitement at uncovering your

Past begins to sour as we enter

Our Present.

You have gone into the mountains.

And you will not return.

The measurements that we made

Reveal a truth that was always there to see;

And so, we curse our inaction and leave

The library, stumbling out into a still

And silent night.

This poem is inspired by recent research, which has found a dramatic decline of 14 wild bee species across the north-eastern United States.

Bees and other pollinating insects play an essential role in ecosystems, with approximately a third of all food production depending on their pollination. In recent decades, with agricultural expansion and land-use change, there have been notable bee and pollinator declines documented across Europe and North America, which has serious implications for global food production. However, while studies have highlighted widespread bee declines, there has been a relative lack of detailed information on local communities and individual species.[…]

Source: A Local Disappearance