Friday, December 31, 2010

The Bee Hive

The Bee Hive

Bees are fanciful creatures
Found soaring amongst the out-stretched stems of feline flora
Scientifically assessing the virility of each fragrant maiden
Nature’s surrogate Samaritan pollinating the cushioned beds of sun-drenched virgins
Stigmatizing erect stamen with a buzzing gentleness

But where have our gentle creatures gone
The yellow and black striped tuxedos rarely visit anymore
Flowers fewer as concrete pads fill the terra beds
Toxic particles saturate the once clean air
The skill of the gardener’s hand now retreated to the grave

Those hardy remaining few still retreat to the hive at each day’s end
A menagerie of hexagonal portals formed with repetitive accuracy
Pollen and sweetened honey shape its gelatinous walls
The young and yet to be lay dormant within the geometric chambers
At the centre of its womb rests a watchful Queen

A colony filled with structure and social order
Worker bees keep constant the hive temperature while dispensing pollen
Laying worker bees given charge of birthing the manly drones
The latter in turn become the impregnators of the awaiting Queen
Nature’s harem simulating a sweet utopian fantasy

But is this really so
Will this carefully crafted monarchy stand the test of time
Are we as the diminishing bumble bee
Perhaps sadly already prisoners inside an impenetrable wall of deceit
Flowers lost, the Bumble Bee lost and perhaps Paradise lost too.

Thank you,
Joseph Pede

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