The Three Stages of the World According to Monsanto
VazamBam
by Vassilis Zambaras
1.
“Bad Seed”
It kept well, conserved
In the niggard’s dark pantry,
Till prosperity undid the latch,
And off it went spoiling,
Spilling into the light,
To be preserved
For posterity.
2.
“Genetically Modified Root Cellar”
Ma, Pa,
You ain’t been listenin’—
This is what’s in
Store for us and plenty
More where that jolly
Ho, ho, ho’s coming from
I done told you before—
That hairy transmogrified horny humungous
Hermaphrodite bean sprout’s sprouting
Corn balls again, stalking our cellar floor!
3.
“Huuklyeand Cinquor* on Devious Marketing of GM Foods”
You perverted
Sodbusters just keep on
Swallowing this bull
Shit and ya’ll be corn
Holed
By the Grim Reaper.
MELIGALAS, Greece—(Weekly Hubris) 1/17/11—Here are a couple of famous agrarian toasts which may not be familiar to my cosmopolitan readers:
“Here’s to farmers—people who are always out standing in their fields.”
“To our fields—may they go to seed.”
Now you know where I stand vis-à-vis Monsanto.
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*Those of you who want to find out more about this little-known reclusive poet and critic are kindly requested to go to http://vazambam.blogspot.com and search until you find him out, gad-flying in his field.
Vassilis Zambaras
Vassilis Zambaras According to such reliable inside sources as The Weekly Hubris’s Publishing-Editor, VazamBam aka Vassilis Zambaras is all of the following, and more, in an order no one can vouchsafe as definitive: a publishing poet who writes every day of his life; a hugely successful father (and a not-so-very-successful local political candidate); a professor of English as a Foreign Language, with portfolio; a Renaissance Man of many skills, useful and not-so; a fount of information about his particular corner of his birth country; an unstable and utterly unique mix of Greek and American, American and Greek; and the man fortunate and wily enough to have made off with Messenia’s loveliest and most talented local daughter as his child bride. Besides being all the aforementioned, other more dubious sources have also reported seeing him hanging out at the corner of vazambam.blogspot.com—in the guise of a “new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer’s block.” Author Photo: Pericles Boutos