and the drought
there was a glimmer
of a bumper crop
of something
enough to fill
the silos of the one-percent
but not enough to meet
the hunger of four million refugees
there's no
dilemma here
and it really
doesn't takea lot of words
the corn gets picked
the stalks are cut down
with the precision
of opulent machinery
every shareholder looks
like a quiet banker
carefully stepping through
the rows
so as not to jinx
the monday morning stock market
the true cost
of food & oil
& the
whole carbon family& their genetically modified cousins
have been relegated
to a future
someone else
splurge today
hoard tomorrow
repeat
repeat as necessary
the crows are
at it again
never giving
upa mixed metaphor
squawking through the cemetery
like a sun
bright enough
to make shadows
--- e b bortz
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