Honeycombed Obedience

The bee is a priest
in a religion higher
older than flowers
with power to fly
and build houses
making honey.

The peach is poetic
prosaic the apple
both blossoms white
but emotive flesh
of one explores pain
the other restrained.

Eight commandments
in the amber church
be busy but don’t
stray far away
to protect the hive
give up your life.

Speak just enough to
fertilize the fields
raise the alarm
change the season
be a conveyer
balance the order.

Inside the temple
hard working gentle
husbands in the labor
of queen in gold
fatten and pamper her
bathed in lavender.

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