The world is not on a shelf in the shed
out of the way is in the way when
shoulder-rubbing is the very design.
Citizens like horses in Victorian
streets in blinders straight-ahead only
no looking aside or at each other
definitions and arts on a grid.
We cannot survive on what comes
in a freeze-dried box or out of a can
a thousand generations and we are still foragers.
Good science stuck in a cul-de-sac
is chewing gum and then spitting it out
journalism is dog-eared, outdated
it’s all personal, just decide for yourself.
The gut thrives and the ear demands
diet that is harmonious and raucous
like a child loves a scary circus.
So my friends in the metropolis
look for food wherever you thought
there was not a plot to cultivate
root or sprout or healthy conflict.