Way to Heaven

Like wide-bodied aeroplanes
Threading through the New York sky,
They navigate with seeming ease
Between green pillars metre-high;
Heavy-laden, hear them come
With their terrifying hum
Crashing into tower tops
Assaulting all the rooftop shops…
Religiously they work to please
Their God – or Queen of honeybees…
Luckily only a lavender heaven.
Not another nine/eleven…