The Fix…

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett

…In Spite of Monsanto & Dow Chemicals

Mon dieu! I did not expect to find you splayed out
On the recliner
Exuberant but bewailing

The new Great Recession’s turn
Around, land cheats, and
Government laxity

That’d make a penny squeal
Louder than
Bagged bobcats in midwinter.

‘Go easy’ was the best I could do.
‘Don’t forget
Lumbago flares when…’

You sprang upright, stormed
To the baby grand.
Bach’s “Sleepers Awake”

Set the dog yowling off-key.
Apparition you were! Yet how
I miss your state of grace.

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RATIONINGS

A Poem by Stefanie Bennett

– After Monsanto & Dow Chemicals

You stride the flat of my hand
Egg of the world.
Painfully shy, you stretch out
Your two new legs
Always on sunset.

To tell the rest of it – how
You crow sky high
And exude
A lament most refuse to hear
Will take
A lifetime of telling.

Egg of the world, even this
They’ll say
Is a lie.

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GMO-5

A Poem by Birtha de Fect

God,
Move
Over:

God=
Monsanto:
Ovation

ovation for the face with no nose,
the face with no eyes,
the one with the missing hands,
the one with the missing feet

G
M
O

And so Monsanto sayeth,
God Move Over.
We are now here.

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GMO-4

A Poem by Birtha de Fect

God,
Move
Over:

God=
Monsanto:
Ovation

ovation for the face with no nose,
the face with no eyes,
the one with the missing hands,
the one with the missing feet

G
M
O

And so Monsanto sayeth,
God Move Over.
We are now here.

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GMO-3

A Poem by Birtha de Fect

God,
Move
Over:

God=
Monsanto:
Ovation

ovation for the face with no nose,
the face with no eyes,
the one with the missing hands,
the one with the missing feet

G
M
O

And so Monsanto sayeth,
God Move Over.
We are now here.

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GMO-2

A Poem by Birtha de Fect

God,
Move
Over:

God=
Monsanto:
Ovation

ovation for the face with no nose,
the face with no eyes,
the one with the missing hands,
the one with the missing feet

G
M
O

And so Monsanto sayeth,
God Move Over.
We are now here.

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