SHINE: The Gulf (for Tim), Before Monsanto & Dow Chemical

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett

Because happenstance
Likes
To play truant

The colour
Of the smoke-house
Is indigo

Twirling much
As a prayer-wheel
Does before

The river wild
Sucks it on
Back up

A full throated
February gullet
Quieting

The sandpiper.

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The Way Monsanto Destroyed My Way of Life

A Painting by a Vietnamese child who lives in the city of Dong Ha.

A Painting by a Vietnamese children who live in the city of Dong Ha.

A Painting by a Vietnamese children who live in the city of Dong Ha.

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2,4-D

A Poem by Gloria Stevens

2,4-D (2,4-dichlorophenoxyacetic acid) is a common herbicide found in Agent Orange developed by Monsanto and Dow Chemical and used around the home and garden.

Here is how you grow rich:
plant 2,4-D everywhere
letting it seek skin and water,
soil and everything in reach
until every seed owned
is owned by you.

Did we not see what happened
fifty years ago, the legacy
still with us, the Agent Orange
children and the Agent Orange
grandchildren–Viet Nam?…

Here is how we grow poor:
plant 2,4-D everywhere,
let the chemical ravage
everything until there is nothing
and then you too feel its teeth,
the saliva in its jaws.

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SLEEPWALKING

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett

–Because of Monsanto & Dow Chemical

The easy-speak wind
Has a lot
On her mind.
Me? I’m watching
My Ps and Qs
Just as the frost
Does
Back of
The blind
Stump
Where
The Ghost
Of Valour

Forages.

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Don’t Cry My Children

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett

– after Monsanto and Dow Chemical

They scold you for being
Too big for your boots.
For back-chatting.
For singing in quiet places.
For feeding the animals.
For questioning the damnation
Of some; the elation
Of others. They question
The questioning. You must not
Cry, my children!
It happens because it happens.

Soon, you’ll learn to laugh
In all the right quarters.
Soon, you’ll learn to lie
With the best of them.
Soon, the answers will be
Covered by a bill-of-sale
You’ll slip into, comfortably.
The humans of this world
Clothe and cord their existence
In a way that costs the very
Earth… but not one red cent.

And –, as for the odd one of you,
They can’t take a chance
On the odds of a chance. The unusual
Is dangerous. A close watch is kept.
They scold with laws fit only
For the breaking. There’s…
The locking-up, the throwing away
Of keys. And a thing called ‘personality’.
You would not want to be
One of the oddities
Left crying?
Whatever you do

– Do not make the mistake
Of answering me.

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