POLLEN, ROYAL JELLY**
Ancient magic used wax
And propolis without conferring a
Nobel to the head magician of this discovery;
Ancient magic was powered
By outcomes, syncretic laboratories.
The bee is not only a magician, it is a
Humble, frugal, fatigued
Constructor and explorer,
Worker and director, scientist and consumer,
Reflection of inescapable entropy and
Functional ring of world energy.
The transformation of the plant bud
Endows the propolis with one of the most
Astounding natural forms, remedy
And medicine, pure and mathematic weft,
Physics of active conservation,
Chemical of the composition of the elements,
Harmonized and existing only by means of
The bee, realist cinema and novel.
Genius wonderment is that
Ventral gland of the wax,
Cement of the city, knotted and
Cohesive, from legs, enzymes, saliva and
Sugars, pillars and walls of the house,
Petrol, fat, olive grove and black earth.
And the pollens? Alive and scattered, not only
Of colors and proteins, sky dust,
Tapped minutiae, appetite of the cycle
Of plant fertilization, matchless
Wit captured by petals,
Bee prey, vision and empathy, veritable
Plunder of piracy and incursions,
Pasta and risotto, coca leaves,
Fresh, threshed maize and crisp pizza bread.
Emanation, secretion, transfiguration
Of mild substances into other forces and products,
That alchemy of honey, wax,
Propolis is royal jelly, that milk
Imbibed, devoured, offered and distributed
Unconditionally by the viscera of the bee
To the brood, to the queen, to the QUEEN,
Mother and governess, dear and beautiful, magnificent,
Graceful and conscious of her uniqueness, nurtured
By her offspring in the order of the species.