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Monday, May 03, 2010

Graveyard Launch to Heaven [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 3, 2010]

Graveyard Launch to Heaven [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 3, 2010]

“The superweeds could temper American agriculture’s enthusiasm for some genetically modified crops. Soybeans, corn and cotton that are engineered to survive spraying with Roundup have become standard in American fields. However, if Roundup doesn’t kill the weeds, farmers have little incentive to spend the extra money for the special seeds.”
– William Neuman and Andrew Pollack, The New York Times, May 3, 2010

The rats will feast on scraps—they'll lick their snouts;
And cats in turn will dine on rodent meat.
Yet both combine their gristle; ground about
In vats, encased as sausages we eat.
We've solved the puzzle-knot of roots with saws
We pulled from stones. A prophecy declared
A greater beast—not red in tooth and claw;
But rather just a midwife who's prepared
To cut the prize away from dying wombs.
The buffalo is white—she's made of bone
And frolics near the graves. The moon's in bloom.
The ragweed, squirrels and dogs collect near stones
That mark the victory of cunning weeds
That chase the moon with fuel the mother bleeds.

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