Cook Book Medicine
By lenchenelf
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Lotions, potions, pills, devotions,
heirarchy of strangest notions,
lauded yet, through word of mouth,
espoused or choked, by girdled truth.
Cinctured in empiric patent
designed to extend malcontent
in Simples, Tinctures, or extent
of common sense, or extant
historic use.
Jungles, hillsides, cottage gardens;
you would raze for crude examples
for your new laboratory,
then isolate, for oratory
with powerpoint or learned paper,
a phytopowered healthwise taper
lighting where we've been before,
launching to a different shore...
where,
stockades in place, you'd shout your wares,
building empires in stocks and shares,
'You too, can have what once was yours,
had you learned to love the land."
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This is so true - and scary,
This is so true - and scary, Lena. The poem is beautifully direct, with original description and subtle rhymes. It's really neat - love it!
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I like the way that the
I like the way that the relentless rhythm rolls on almost unstoppably - fits with the caution behind the piece.
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.
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