acorn gap whole

so that towards
their great honeycomb
hidden
but in the form
of a mighty bull
the bees would flow freely
through the cut forms
of the letters
which in bleeding sang
this hivery
thrust

so that towards
its wild green fire
their dripping
honey-combed
head-lanterns swaying

the acorns came hounding
their pitch innards
soft as rust
but licked by fresh white
fungus

fungus tongues
free as goddesses
in the cores
of the hovering hive heads
clad only
in sleeping and reverent
bees

acorn mosaics
hiss with larva in the night
and the drone
bull score
its apt towards
a drawing laced
with lickerish litters



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