Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 Hive
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.
