The Bee Hut - Angie Hart

There is a dark place

On my friend Robert’s farm

That thrums

With the nectar smell of danger

A swarm of bees

Has taken over

A dozing old shed

And no one has the means

Or guts to move them

I think of slaughtered mycenean kings

Entombed in their brick hive

Glittering as they lie

Golder than honey

In the blood dark

Entranced my bare hand

Wants to plunge

Through the hole

Now a buzzing lethal

Highway in the shed wall

I love the bee hut

I love the bee hut

I love the bee hut

On my friend Robert’s farm

I love the invisible mystery

Of it’s delicious industry

But do I love

The lesson of my thralldom

To the sweet dark things

That can do me harm?

I love the bee hut

I love the bee hut

I love the bee hut

I love the bee hut

I love the bee hut

I love the bee hut

I love the bee hut

On my friend Robert’s farm