Don a Veil

Don a veil, leather boots
canvas coveralls hangin’ loose
and take a walk down the path to the yard
Movin’ slow through the pines

hear the hummin’ of the hives

the radio seems so far

the waves of heat loosen all that’s hard

Bare your hands and reach in to the frames

for wax and honey and drones and queens and stings

they been talkin’ end of days

when the swarms all die away

well winter was rough but we’ve had worse
Revelations of little things

Keeping warm in concentric rings

If you move real slow, you probably won’t get hurt

It’s the best you can hope for when nothing is for certain

Bare your hands and reach in to the frames

for wax and honey and drones and queens and stings

Canvas bag, leather boots

I’m no runaway I just shook off my roots

and took a walk through the field to the road.
Thank you sir, thank you ma’am

I know where I’m from. Please tell me where I am.

I fell asleep in the back of a truck outside the Sault
Dreaming of a swarm like a whirlwind cutting through.

Bare your hands and reach in to the frames

for wax and honey and drones and queens and stings