I found wild honey in a skull,
And it was strange and beautiful
To see the golden rout of bees
Bound for the farthest apple trees.
I said, “These are his dreams that go
To every field where blossoms blow,
And here is nectar that the brain
May search a life-time and in vain.
The bees make music and sweet sound
One scarce encounters underground.
I hope the bees, when I must fall,
Will make wild honey in my skull.”
– Sterling North 1937, “I Found Wild Honey in a Skull”
But really it was a complete bovine innominate (i.e. hips/pelvis) I had run across while doing a reconnaissance survey of an area where we were going to take field school students out to train. I set it in the honeypot, I mean port-a-potty, cause those complete cattle hips always remind me of giant, Pan’s Labyrinth-esque, bone butterfly skulls. I’m not sure who ran into this in a dark port-a-potty at night, but it was moved the next morning. The students were whispering to themselves and looking over at the staff a lot. There were whispers of a skull.
I think Sterling would approve.