They danced all night on the rooftop of the hive
Their steps spoke out to the hungry creatures living underground
They said come up here dance away the years
On the ceiling of the honeycomb
I gave in, let my mind go, danced up to the honey tree
Into the hearts of friendly bees
The hive was made by honeybees from thoughts and rocks and rotten leaves
Tucked inside the Myrtle trees while the earth remained at rest
While the earth remained at rest
We are the flies who build their homes
On top of carcasses and sun-bleached bones
And with a red-eyed sight we tear the light of day
The grasshopper was a burden of yours
Your windows failed and you shut your doors
You were a walking target covered in a holy gore
You’re an immunity in the eyes of a jealous lord
If I could eat a honeybee all those creatures would follow me
Deep into the murder trees Death would greet them coldly
Oh Death would great them so cordially
Houseflies in the garden snapped the silver cord
Tall white porcelain grinders
Kerfed the bodies for the dance they ignored
And then dust returned to the earth as it was
I’ve seen flies eat men alive
You’ll be safe with….
Honeybees took care of me, but the housefly never did
So why have we made friends with him as he flies around our dead.
For all of its abstractions and math formulas Quaternions is pleasantly sprinkled with wry humor, general cleverness, reverence, and the magic vocal potion from Kid A (see Outside of Time). Ruby Parasols