honeycomb

the old churchyard is where i faded

she watched me while i fell unaided

and in my time

when god's army came and got me

i could not find my honeycomb

i could not find my honeycomb

i could not find my honeycomb

cherry-brown lips of maple

olive creams her eyes and face were

and in that town

as i walk as a deserter

i could not find my honeycomb

i could not find my honeycomb

i could not find my honeycomb

dance for god

dance for mating

the ritual of her figure-eighting

and in my mind

as i fly above the churchyard

i could not find my honeycomb

i could not find my honeycomb

i could not find my honeycomb

i could not find my honeycomb

i could not find my honeycomb

i could not find my honeycomb