The Creation of a Hive
Poetry reflection on the creation of an ideal honey bee
I can hear the fluttering approaching.
The undeniable behemoth floating faster,
complexity masked inside of a round,
furry black and white body.
I know of the problems
The spontaneous deaths,
torn apart from self-sacrifice,
eaten alive by parasites,
poisoned by invisible enemies,
killed and tortured by the ones who claim to love them most.
Is change possible?
The fluttering in the wind has changed tunes.
A buzzing cacophony,
A vibrating super-mind.
Sitting behind a screen, I know they are trying to break through.
I know their function, I know their biology now.
I grow exhausted;
Downloading the honey-bee genome
Observing the stinger through the lens of an electron-microscope
Detailing Nicotinoid structure
Pining through publications “Comparative Aspects of Pesticide Metabolism,” “A Deficit of Detoxification Enzymes”
But I fear I lack the tools to help them.
I struggle to build, I struggle to tinker, and measure.
I know no software,
Nothing but the genetic hardware of the bee.
And so I learn to tinker.
I manipulate, engineer
play God to an unperfected product of millions of years of evolution.
With the help of enzymes and prokaryotes,
I create something new.
As an ideal creator I create new ideas.
New in combination,
But old with the morphology formed by Natural Selection.
New musculature like wasps,
New genes like flies,
New wings like bats,
New detox organs like mammals
I realize that the buzzing is no longer angry,
perhaps it never was.
In my stride and knowledge, my lack of fear,
I can now start to smell the honey and the pollen.
I find myself to be in a new place
Swept away by the swarming hive.
Along the way were some surprises,
I dove into the software,
began to create shapes on a screen,
learning from my kin,
pushing myself to build and model like never before.
In a new hive we reside,
Still much work to do but full of the promise of progress.
Dividing up the labor is most efficient,
But time is always spent learning the passions of the honeybee sisters.
We learn and adapt from one another, creating our final masterpiece,
all to try to save our hive.