Beehive

weather locked,erosion- proof
even within a hollow stump
protrudes as perfect workmanship.
unlike its seniors-
the anthill deeply woven and dug into ground
the termite's chewed mud mound
the bird's husk plaited basket
the wasp's shroud:
all built for a season,
the beehive forged of resin, sap and wax,
constructs a civilization,
solves
the oldest mathematical riddle:
three shapes converging to a point
forms three hundred and sixty degrees.
This blueprint seen
mapped in the spiral scales of the pineapple
mirrored in the armor on the turtle shell.
Man copied its patterns for carpets and floors
and observing, studying
the multibrilliant architect-worker inside
builds his state, laws and cities
and learns to transition
from mud-hut, igloo to intersecting skyscraper
owns the lore as his own
while the real seniormost mentor
writhes, napalmed by insecticide!



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2026-06-08 at 02:41

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I am truly in awe of your poetry. The craftsmanship, every line loaded with only the most necessary words. You are a true scientist of the single line cascading into a fantastic whole. Amen. You are amazing.
2026-06-08