I Believe The Sky Is Lit By Wasps. Poem by Lazarus Knix

I firmly believe-

The sky is lit by crimson wasps,

With the pollen of the sun-

Drawn into their long abdomens.

Like caffeine maids they scurry

On wings of vaporous light,

Pollinating the universe

With iridescent ichors,

So bold, budding and bright.


God is a beekeeper, (so I know)

And heaven is a sweet honeycomb

Hung onto the amber skyline,

Which ever burns with the buzzing-

Of beauty.