by Vassilis Zambaras
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
“Genetically Modified Root Cellar”
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!
“Huuklyeand Cinquor* on Devious Marketing of GM Foods”
Sodbusters just keep on
Swallowing this bull
Shit and ya’ll be corn
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.
*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.