The Matrix
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A smiling boy
enjoying a hamburger
with his father.
Contented cattle,
corn cud in their
bovine mouths.
Midwestern farmer sows
yellow golden seeds,
his tractor
stitching life into
the seams and folds of the land.
Holy water
teases green shoots-
Sprouting upward, outward,
reaching toward the shining
Light of God.
Majestic stalks of corn
Gobbled up by
Man’s Mad Machine,
spit out into
towering elevators of grain.
The food of the world’s masses,
the world’s livestock,
the world’s meat counters,
lies in wait
to meet its fate
At the hands and mouths
of the many.
A lone chemist
toils in his lab
late into
the German winter night.
The warmth and light
of a Bunsen burner
reflect off his bespectacled face.
Notes, scratches, scribbles–
Fevered output
of a driven brilliance.
Elation-
the kind that only comes
from intellectual conquest.
A breakthrough.
Pests and bugs of the world
shall no longer force
Famine upon the people,
Blight the farmers.
I have done it!
Millions of lives
are saved!
The lone scientist
feels lonely no more.
Connected now,
one of the few,
to billions of many.
The soldier
looks into the mirror,
Aghast at what
he was about to do.
Thoughts of family,
of laughing children,
of blown up comrades
and tortured souls.
Ripping his heart
and his head,
a tangled mess
of a man.
The Führer says
It must be done.
And with that…
a long deliberate walk
to the compound
from his barracks,
Time
seeming
to stand still…
Pulls on his gas mask.
The muted cries
of the people below
as they are herded
like cattle
into “the showers.”
Opening the canister
of Zyklon B
he can only hope
that God can forgive him,
that he can forgive
and live with himself,
Ever again.
The screams
Ring through his being.
An echo chamber
From hell itself.
The agri-giant lobbiest
Seethes into his cellphone:
“Screw these anti GMO hippies!
We need to turn this vote around!
We are helping billions of people,
Don’t they see?”
Somewhere today
A soldier’s soul
Turns in its grave hole.
The showers he gave those millions,
The Last Shower.
Somewhere today
A scientist’s soul
Turns in its grave hole.
His invention to save
The world morphed.
Killing millions,
Poisoning the water,
The soil.
Spawn to a new Matrix-
Genetically Modified Food.
Somewhere today
A boy enjoys a hamburger with his father.
Neither of them,
Quite grasping,
Where they stand in this Matrix.
The boy,
The cow,
The chemist,
The soldier,
The lobbiest…
You, God, the Great Mother.
Helping? Hurting?
What have we done?