Bee-Dom
In the morning of knowledge, in the labor of love, the young bee rushes, a seeker of nectar, questing for life itself. Upon the common farm the workers struggle, yet the gatherer’s hoard is enclosed, and the comb swells with wealth. The frugal queen, with her ledger of days, binds the hive in dream and beauty, by restless ideals. What can be passed on is but the taste of sweat, the salt of blood, the flavor of phlegm— a hard, unyielding method for the distant promise of a single drop of honey. Like a hungry peasant digging the soil, sowing seed, the harvest of revolution is to be reaped by the divine queen. And in the end, there is only the barrier of rule, the sorrow of freedom unmet, and above the hive’s dominion the uncommon death— the noble life of the worker-bee.