Part II: Pick (plants)

The desire for flesh

turns into disgust.

Surely the last path

is flora.

The ideal is a beautiful one;

for what is purer than

plants picked straight

from the farm?

 

Nature is a harmonious woman.

All that she creates is

well taken care of.

No one thing suffers

under her watch.

Every thing in existence on Earth

is connected to another.

Snip one thread of the web

and its entire structure fails.

Alas, evils lurk under

those fresh, green leaves.

 

Man, cursed with intelligence,

viewed many of

his mother’s systems as faulty.

Thus, he developed his own.

Pesticides to drive away the pests.

Insecticides to purge the insects.

Absorbed into the earth and the plant

as well as Nature’s body.

She became poisoned

by her own creation.

 

Man’s intelligence spawned

a greater number of

deleterious innovations.

Science to engineered plants

to new and artificial species.

To generate more satisfactions

for his own self-made cravings.

The plant no longer

a pure entity provided

by the Mother,

merely a breeding of greed

full of chemicals and

engineered features.

Are plants not more like

data output by a machine?

 

Furthermore, flora, relative to

their fauna counterparts,

are processed

and picked

and cut

and strained

until

they are

nothing

but elements.

Defined and named

by their chemical equations

and labeled on

our favorite foods.

Processed is naturally unnatural.

Processed is poison

to the beautiful human body.

Creating insatiable hunger

extra energy stored away

diseases

an epidemic

consuming us all

as we consume it.

 

If the fauna is noxious

and the flora even more so,

what do we choose?

There is no right path

one is starving to pick.

So, the price is our hunger.