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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03/24/2005 Posted on 03/24/2005 Copyright © 2024 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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