Aboot a banana (A Tribute to the play Antigone)

Stop-
before you make me choke with anger- the bananas!
You, you’re fruity, must you be fruit?

You say – why it’s intolerable- say the bananas
could have the slightest concern for that dead apple?

Tell me, was it for delicious service
they proceeded to compost him, digest him so? The hero

Who came to burn their cores ringed with seed,

Their yummy treasures- scorch their hallowed tree

And fling their stems to the winds.

Exactly when did you last see the bananas

Celebrating GM fruit? Inconceivable!

No, from the first there were certain citruses

Who could hardly stand the acid of my regime,

Grumbling against me in the fruit bowl, stems together,

Dicing wildly, never keeping their necks beneath

The top of the bowl, loyally surrendering to their consumer.

These are the pears, I’m convinced –

They perverted my own saran wrap, bribed them

To wrap their own bananas.

Tangelos! Nothing worse

In our lives, so current, rampant, so corrupting.

Tangelos – you demolish fruits rooted from their trees,

You train and twist good tastebuds and set them on

To the most hydrogenated schemes. No limit,

You make them cringe at every organic,

Every natural fruit – Tangelos!

Everyone-

The scientists bribed to commit this crime,

We’ve made one thing sure at least:

Sooner or later they will pay the price.