Avant-Garde Food Critic [News Poem, March 18, 2010] http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/03/avant-garde-food-critic-news-poem-march.html “Andrew Wetzler of the Natural Resources Defense Council said the CITES vote is not the end of the story for the bear. "The ironic thing is that all the countries of the conference acknowledge that global warming is posing a huge challenge for this species," Wetzler said. "When you have a species threatened by global warming, it only makes sense to reduce all the other stresses, including hunting."” -Deborah Zabarenko, Environment Correspondent Thu Mar 18, 2010 5:30pm EDT http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE62H52R20100318
The meat of clones will never do For palettes fine—refined like mine. I've tasted polar bear ragout And eaten baiji cooked in wine.
I never let the people say I have no use for scarcer fare. One cannot measure food's dismay With what I gain: they don't compare.
The hypocrites are shocked I'm sure. To keep their jobs, they smog with crude. To keep their false facade secure, They let machines prepare their food.
I'm keeping nothing, nothing's worth The effort there, instead I seek To keep myself well fed. My girth Is sourced with doom, not death: unique
I'd say. I'd like to try the last taboo And dine as cannibals once did: Without remorse, I'd slurp that stew. By eating youth, become a kid. http://toylit.blogspot.com/
Avant-Garde Food Critic [News Poem, March 18, 2010]
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“Andrew Wetzler of the Natural Resources Defense Council said the CITES vote is not the end of the story for the bear.
"The ironic thing is that all the countries of the conference acknowledge that global warming is posing a huge challenge for this species," Wetzler said. "When you have a species threatened by global warming, it only makes sense to reduce all the other stresses, including hunting."”
-Deborah Zabarenko, Environment Correspondent Thu Mar 18, 2010 5:30pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE62H52R20100318
The meat of clones will never do
For palettes fine—refined like mine.
I've tasted polar bear ragout
And eaten baiji cooked in wine.
I never let the people say
I have no use for scarcer fare.
One cannot measure food's dismay
With what I gain: they don't compare.
The hypocrites are shocked I'm sure.
To keep their jobs, they smog with crude.
To keep their false facade secure,
They let machines prepare their food.
I'm keeping nothing, nothing's worth
The effort there, instead I seek
To keep myself well fed. My girth
Is sourced with doom, not death: unique
I'd say. I'd like to try the last taboo
And dine as cannibals once did:
Without remorse, I'd slurp that stew.
By eating youth, become a kid.
http://toylit.blogspot.com/