I’ve spent eternity in a wasps nest
Not inhabited
But dry and withered
The grey of its walls spilling onto the floors
All is chalky and warm

While I plunge
To the one place in my life
With walls
I defy to recognize
That wasps are still here
First just pricking my flesh
Then the torrent
And my white, warm,
Naked flesh is filled with scabs

And while this Jonah
Wondered away from his home
All manner of diamond footed lynx
And syrup tongued foxes
Snuck into his dead den
And took the cheap trinkets that were stored their
While he was away

finding honey