Day 8

 The Cassiopeian Queen meets the last Bee

Will she descend on a cloud of ray dust,

how will she descend ?

On a swell of orchestral music, 

sixties stereophonic choirs.

How will she descend then

will a stairway summon itself

like vips from Hollywood's golden age

even if this is a B movie?

She has come as early as she could

to meet the ruler of this planet,

sleeping for millennia, Britney Spears-like,

in a snow-white cryo chamber,

dons her atmosphere suit, force field up

against the dry sand wind

in what was Washington, her ship

hovering just like a cheap trick flying saucer

She waits by the yellow dune

flooded over the White house,

a dune with one white flower,

and on that flower the last Earth Bee

vibrating with songs of all that it has lost,

though the Cassiopeian Queen does not understand-

she learned all she knows of us repeated

on ancient late night science fiction tv.