Poem: "A Position of Defeat 3"
3.
today they
coat the sun in candy shell
tomorrow
what will they make safe and sweet
and sell it
to the masses for a treat?
yesterday
they were pushing fresh stem cells
beehives are
trucked to wanton cornfield blue
vietnamese
refugees in flatbed ferries
when
brooklyn bees ate maraschino cherries,
blood honey,
Robitussin-red, for you!
all is to be
sold, marrow, pith and sap
it started
long ago, the GM tree
the apple
was a bit of machinery
for our
redemption; it is now an app
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