I believe in birds
, not bees
, nor wasps
, nor hornets:
god is a bee
without a chair
each i fly i find him in thin air
his butterfly arms the wildly waving about
, for he the must the never the still.
while
I alight I nod I sleep I steal | pierce I split I preen | rape I thieve, and,
when it will, I believe.
Now let’s see where we be:
I am the bee-eater
remember
, i’m gunning for you
god
for to crush against a tree.
take it
take it
, well
, take it like a man