Brianne will save the bees
In crusade and nothing less,
With sun as holy catalyst,
Her mind is clear as Crystal—
Eyes on the hive,
Ears to the future of ice cold pale urgency.

It's all in your hands,
All of the food and each holy blessing.

Vast scale over the east or midwest...
Don't let me keep you from your breadbasket.

The children are going hungry because I can't stop my rambling...

It's all adding up to the fact that I'm halting production.