The Friends I Find In Bees

They are nothing like us;
Proud, hateful, enforcing remorse.
I go out in the morning
With a note in my head,
And when I’m back, I’m scoring
Lines swarming in my bed.
The drone bees take the babies in,
Yes they mate with the queen.
The mortician bees take their dead,
And yes there is a rite for the dead.
The nurse bees are self-sacrificing,
They croon the babies after the wean,
And the captain can only reign supreme.
Their music is the calm in the wild,
Their honey is healing food.
They are nothing like us;
They calm disorder without war.

Leonell