Growing the Demon Seed

Growing the Demon Seed

Stretching out into three-dimensional infinity,
The mutant crops wave in the airless breeze
As an eerie silence pervades the earth:
No birdsong, no animals, no insects can be heard.
No signs of life as far as the eye can see.
Just endless ranks of plants,
Identical and sinisterly perfect,
Containing the seeds of destruction
In a landscape devastated by biotech’s perverted miracle:
Bloodstained dollars growing on each and every stem.
Even the sun seems uneasy, and hesitates
Before it shines on the abominations beneath.