Hive In Necrosia Poem by Jacob Underwood

Weary I've been laying on the terrace a while now
the pigeons took my eyes months ago in a vow
bees taking village now their place in a bellow
still my body lays insect fodder sinking low
silent seduction for nature golden like jiao
honeycombs encased inside lathering the brain and sockets rot
honey replacing my fluids since the springs surprisingly hot
a mix of orange and the brown of my blood patiently not
forever in greenery and trees the fields I'm an inkblot
familiar like a childhood scrap and now it's fraught