Tuesday, April 1, 2014

An Essential Part of Every Balanced Diet

Abomination Corn
(A First of April Sonnet)

The earth excretes monstrosities by night
But flinches from atrocities by day;
The orchards that disgorge a striding blight
From bursting fruit, then hang leaves in dismay.
The waving autumn calm of that green field
Conceals nocturnal bursts of monsters born
When surging swollen plants exceed their yield
And vomit forth abomination corn.

These leaping tumours of a placid world!
Such leering, scything terrors of the mud!
Why do they stalk with harvest moons unfurled,
And shriek from every ruptured garden bud?
It seems the bounty we consider food
Has undergone a sudden change of mood.

-- Tuesday, July 17, 2012.

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