A farm is the Earth
attached to an iron lung -
the industrial ones, anyway.
Agribusiness has it wrong
if it thinks this holds sway
in the proper scheme of things.
A co-operative venture, they say,
with independent shops, giving wings
to newer ways of living.
But things scroll, they don't cling;
it'd be a sincere misgiving
to assume there's not a better way.
So come, live in realm of day.
Night is cold, the sun tires not of giving.
The Earth must breathe:
farms aren't natural - wouldn't you say?