“. . . at the midpoint /of summer, /the tomato, /star of earth, recurrent /and fertile / star, displays / its convolutions, /its canals, /its remarkable amplitude /and…
I don’t have beef with beef, herds grazing in open fields, their fat, speckled offspring curled in clover blinking, but hog lots can go, the stink—confinement, slaughter, intelligence…