Praise for Leviathan
Monsanto the Monstrous
Thou God! Thou gene-splicer!
Thou thunderer in the courts,
Crushing seedsavers beneath thy heel!
Thine armies are fierce,
Briefcases in one hand,
Pitchforks in the other!
Who will stand against thee?
Neither old farmer nor young!
Neither organic grower nor conventional!
Only the gargantua bred by thine geneticists
Breed under the hot sun of thine eye–
Under the omniscience of thine laboratories!
(Only…dost thou hear the cries of the smallholder?
Canst thou see the tiny lesions
On the hands of the harvester driver?
Didst thou notice the black rot
Where the newest, strongest beetles come in
On the second generation’s main stems?)
No! Thou dost roll over the horizon
Like unto the sun in its glory!
Thy days are unnumbered like the sun’s,
Thy waters filled with the glistening
Oil of thy most recent experiments,
Patented like all the others.
