All the humming boxes have rocks placed on top
Perhaps to prevent some critical loss, of a critical mass
The domesticated bees quickly change the design structure
Of wild hexagons, from horizontal to vertical, the hive Mind decided
This was an appropriate thing to do when adopted and cubed

The humans argue – the bees do not, ever.
They are competent beyond the human definition
To mete the fine distinction between options of pollen, nectar
Among their thousands of lives

My cocooned cell is exactly right for me
Yours has flaws, too soft, encourages mold and mites
We are the same colony, but you are an expanse away from me
You argue that it is my cells that are skewed, threatening to collapse

Let all the bees decide.
Let us agree that
There is only what is required for us all
Pollen from many flowers, different smells
Nectar that all will drink and drink, one to another
After all, all of us can fly.