beelzebud

I've always loved watching bees scurry and flit about, from the azalea bushes around my childhood home, to the various clover, herbs, and wildflowers that we intentionally grow for them in our current backyard. Nearly everything about them intrigues me, such as their dance-based communication systems and collaborative building methods. One of my favorite gifts was a selection of six types of honey from my wife, and I even designed honeycomb into my wedding band. The point is, I'm into bees and here's a poem and 3D printed sculpture inspired by our industrious friends.

 go from the village and work for your mother 

she only asks that you feed the entire world 

go take those seeds and plant them elsewhere 

diversity appreciates your sharing 

you tired and golden angel 

eat your ambrosia 

oh feeder of the world

 
you arrogant city with your reckless productivity 

you spread out your ways before they are known 

leaping over arms and jumping blindly 

into fields of gold painted rice

but you do not eat where you work

or fine china delivers an antidote 

oh feeder of the world 

now wipe off the blood that has covered your eyes 

you ought to have bathed by now

this filth is heavy and weighing you down

you cannot wake from exhaustion 

sharpen your scythe 

and eat from the dirt

oh feeder of the world

you could go to France or teach your own town

and i will love your diligence regardless 

you deserve a rest that you will never receive 

you toil ‘til you die even when it kills you 

oh feeder of the world