High fructose

let the ground...

lay fallow...

in the field...

from time to time...

that it may...

better yield...

it's bounty...

to the world...

for now...

the water gone...

the drought...

has come...

and all...

that you prepared...

to spare your own...

will burn...

and justly...

for you never...

thought to share...

you have changed...

the way of...

every herb...

and every grain...

that it will not...

produce again...

and this is...

not to be...

for you...

have cursed...

the very world...

God set you in...

so...

when the wind...

comes low...

and fierce...

and you...

and yours...

are starved of thirst...

recall...

the secret plans...

you made...

behind the wall...

to let...

the whole world...

end...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015

Photo: 1935 Texas