Euphoria bees,
Honey stings,
And sugar in leaf-beverages
Enforcing the revolutionary
Trees, trees; These
Hollow tea leaves
Satisfying a persona called Rebellion
Bleed, bleed sweet, green
Cerulean sheets
Dripping from trees onto lips
That bathe in teeth.
Arched reptilian spines are branches,
Chances that have slipped into words
Into “God, save the queen!”
What could that, in any lifetime, mean?
The wrath of the tyrant
Watered all tea, which wasted
All
Tastes for such order,
A delicacy.
Such is the price of leaves
Of a tree of bees
Of honey stings of sugar.