The bee, a bumbler, quests and finds
an inviting floral fix
(which gives no nectar for reward --
its lures are just its tricks)
and dotes upon the orchid lip --
well-designed to transfix,
and here remains mesmerized by
honeyed geometrics,
until its hunger and the cold
provide a lethal mix
to end its intoxication.

Its rapture come to nix,
it sails the symbolic cymbus *
upon the river Styx.


* the word cymbidium means shaped like a cymbus or canoe.

 
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