Hymenoptera

Dying, crying, coming through the door
Just a bit of grime that's washed ashore
Stand behind her
And guide her
You can even slip inside

Beat a drip of white from out the tip
Didn't think it would shake out quite the way it did
Clutching on my throat
My palace fell into the moat

Hymenoptera mend the park while I'm gone
They huddle up come nightfall, cling to dawn
The corneae collapse
When i caught them feasting on my scraps