Rosemary
Earth is raped
And forced to bring forth
Not after its kind,
Like Rosemary’s Baby
Half fiend and half man.
Creation groans in labor
Caught in the evil embrace
Writhing and crying and struggling
To burst free
From the rhythmic thrusts
Of the rapist.
The anguish in this poem is for the corrupting of nature through genetic modifications and the poisons created to kill.
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