for the activists of Greenpeace

Let there be bees
God the Mother says

squeezing nectar
from her nipples
honey from her hair

birthing bees
in heat and holy
earthing Eden new

seeding pines
with hives that know
the dignity of dogwoods

the honesty of hunger
the hopefulness of wings

the clear cut sin
of mountains shaved
to stone

the necessity of venom

when the worker rises up
and stings