Thursday, January 8, 2009

Talkocrat Monocrop

What two things should we fear the most
what two hopes give us our best
how many shouts is a carousel of chorus
how fast does it spin when feet leave ground

how do we fast when our feast is sumo-sized
how do our dollars turn wishes grade paper
fear our weakness and broadness succumbs us
see our vision of production and tradition

I plugged in the truck this morning but still
the cold turns coals in eyes water wheels
I learned to make vinegar for sour is power
I washed out products, grew roots in farm pastures.

Monocrop is dead.
we'll forge plantation.
sweat is wasted.
drink to cooperation.

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