Ambassador

Just one more, the prose of an inevitable
Thought, and can you tell I'm drunk?
Krunk was the word to ambassadors
Light and easy in the lap of sex
Who circumscribed the court
Of kampf. War whose brutal body's
Blood still breaks the bladder's
Blunt: how many bees for the heart's
Menagerie, where also yellow buds
Peek their inscrutable trunks
(As this is the lecture of trees, ringing
The song of churches and gods)?
I would like one bold figure to approach
Lithe as the dance and steady as a vine
To wrap around, contain, and seed;
And he is least the shadow of my song.