“Where Have all the Monarchs Gone?”
The bees now crash the windows to my soul.
I will despair, unable to withstand
with cozening, the cruel, deceptive whole
as GMO’s now spread across our land.
The bee will sigh; the butterfly will gnash
her teeth; the Monarch now Monsanto’s slave.
Who sprays our corn? Who whistles making cash
from food genetic, modified so brave?
The cricket’s heart, in fields he also raves
against the holy husk. How high his price?
While Rachel lies a listening in her grave
no butterfly imbibes as Milkweed dies.
The spirit of the worm has inched away
the stunning metamorphosis can’t stay.
(“Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care. Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.” (Theodor Seuss Geiselt, better known as Dr. Seuss)