Hive - 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

Spirit swirling now

See comrades all around

Black and gold above and below

Immersed in buzz and honey dripping down

Proudly armed with sting

One of million bearers of better way of living