fame is a bee
fame is a fickle food
fame is the one that does not stay
upon a shifting plate
it’s occupant must die
it has a song
whose table once a guest
or out of sight of estimate
it has a sting
but not the second time is set
ah
whose crumbs the crows inspect
ascend incessantly
too it has a wing
and with ironic caw
or be that most insolvent thing
flap past
a lighting in the germ
it to the farmers corn
electrical the embryo
men eat
but we demand the flame
of it and die