Political apiarists are divided in their responses to the death of the Queen Bee at The Ritz Hotel, London (51 degrees North, 0 degrees West).
Varying opinions are being expressed as to the significance of the particular h(d)ive the Queen Bee chose as her death place, many seeing it as a lofty come-up from the hive above a grocer's shop in a provincial town, where she first appeared; others seeing it as the obvious location for a Queen Bee for whom bling, glitz and the trappings of wealth were all she really cared for.
A healthy queen bee is continually emitting pheromones (a bee perfume) that only the bees in the hive can smell. These pheromone odours tell the bees in the colony that the queen is still with them and all is well in the hive.
All is not well in the hive and has not been for some time. The legacy of the Queen Bee is seen in devastated communities and changes to mechanisms of production, that open the way to a rapacious, financially-driven business culture that scavenges rather than develops.
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
Coming down on that child's lips?
How many types of Bee are in a Honey Bee colony? Three - a single queen, thousands of female workers and in the summer hundreds of male drones. The drone bee does no work and in the early autumn they are evicted by the workers and die.
The Queen Bee did nothing to bring more females into her circle of power, preferring to surround herself with male drones, usually from military or business backgrounds.
Try telling that to the boys on both sides,
being blown to bits or beaten and maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame
The Queen Bee will receive a military funeral, with streets lined with military drones. Death is a private matter, in particular when the legacy of the life is shameful.
And yet, in this case, there is a very public dimension.
Well I hope I don't die too soon
I pray the lord my soul to save
Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave
Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live
Long enough to savour
That's when they finally put you in the ground
I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down
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