As A Drenched, Drowned Bee Hangs Numb And Heavy From A Bending Flower, So Clings To Me My Baby, Her Brown Hair Brushed With Wet Tears And Laid Against Her Cheek; Her Soft White Legs Hanging Heavily Over My Arm Swinging Heavily To My Movement As I Walk. My Sleeping Baby Hangs Upon My Life, Like A Burden She Hangs On Me. She Has Always Seemed So Light, But Now She Is Wet With Tears And Numb With Pain Even Her Floating Hair Sinks Heavily, Reaching Downwards; As The Wings Of A Drenched, Drowned Bee Are A Heaviness, And A Weariness.