Smooth slender tendrils Twist a whimsied spiral Down and around The hanging of a garden abounding with allure Watch we As this bee assumes its place In this careful charade Too late startled by a motion It itself did engage By brushing ‘gainst a treachery Lunging, this orchidess stabs its gametic knife Connecting Her purposes served la Fleur resumes an apathetic posture Catasetum the Merciless, spare our souls