Hive
by:
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282
Under cloudy skies Hear some swarming, buzzing sound Stumble up to hilltop shack Through window stare at honey dripping down Swirling gold and black Million frenzied keepers of million cells of wax
Doorknob beckons Feel pull of spiral spin One bright glance through door Passing out at chewing, sucking in Sparkling blood and bone Flesh and sinew vanishing and soul disowned