Wasps -

Where once, like elements of light,

we floated weightless in the air,

Majestic flight paths through the trees,

took swarms on scouting missions there,

Locating nourishment and life,

the drones formed memories of this world:

Within the hive on axies planned

they danced a map the earth unfurled —

Our other drones observed the dance

and understood where they should fly;

An instinct based on polar strength

drew grids of meaning in the sky,

So each drone, perfect as a sphere,

could pinpoint destinations squared,

Then came the year named 99,

the year our kingdom was laid bare.