busy busy bees
floating from flower to flower
in search of fairy dust,
coating their wings with magical things so they can fly away.

so free
yet subservient,  
like little meteorites they plummet into atmosphere
and break there bones
and when they return from their journey
broken limbs swaying side to side
the
bumble bees with manes like lions
shed there coats
and there wings
and hand over the universe
and the planets

to a hungry
     queen
with
      a belly full
of
     *stars.