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All Over Dakota

by Chris Sorrenti

All over Dakota, the farms are quiet,
as most would prefer;
synthetic crops, fully grown when planted
in concrete silos
throughout their well trimmed fields.

Only a select few allowed to harvest them
at a very specific time,
most praying never to see that day,
including the men who work the land.

Today, the farms are especially quiet,
though once they buzzed with activity;
texture of the earth slowly changed,
climate no longer suitable
for these specialized crops.

Many would like the farms evacuated,
peculiar barns carted away,
but the government disagrees;
"There are certain customers
who may yet need taste their bounty."

Outside the electrified fences,
a different kind of farmer
plants his fields; discontent,
yet accepting of the knowledge,
without the other kind of farm,
Dakota could well be a desert.

© 1993

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Posted on 03/24/2005
Copyright © 2022 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/25/05 at 03:25 AM

I take it this is written of nuclear weaponry in "silos". Yes, unfortunately, world situation calls for there being there. Striking comparison of the two kinds of "farming".

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 03/26/05 at 03:07 PM

I hadn't heard of this, interesting. But I do know that in Manitobo now the first pieces of wind equipment are arriving, for the wind power project now. Good poem.

Posted by Veronica Phoenics on 12/01/13 at 10:49 AM

The stark and ordered imagery sets a suitable tone for this poetic commentary, seamlessly leading into well crafted, stirring parallel. Beautiful!

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