Country Aire

Honey bees vibrating in the key of C
We shout “Miel!” and “Eden!”
As we dance about in the downpour,
Running between the hives,
Drinking fox grape wine,
Eating the settlings
Before we stop in front of the Destroying Angel,
Bowing before it
Beseeching it to change and stop its poisoning,
To give us visions,
Someone grabs a saxophone and yells “Monk!, Monk!”
All fall down,
Then look in wonder
As a small creature emerges from the break,
Scurrying off with a bottle of wine.