Eventually I read the small print
on the bag of grapes and saw
that they came from America
and suddenly my desire for grapes
It wasn’t politics, it was trade
that soured the grapes.
How, this year of years,
with California burning again
while I my nails are black
from weeding the burnt soil
of my Australian home,
can grapes wing their way at altitude
from the other side of the world?
How is it not illegal, while the earth burns?
Do you think you’ll escape the effects of global warming?
Do you think it is simple?
Do you think will be solved by air-conditioning?
Do you think that COVID is not a product
of the works of man?
Workers and old folk and babies die from a disease
that is a direct result of clearing forest for farming.
Wild animals are stressed and they shed viruses.
Is this not simple enough for you?
Do you need to blame politicians?
Forget plandemics, People. We bought
this disease in the supermarket
with food we couldn’t live without:
fruit in winter, frozen cheapness.
Here on the burnt lands
the wild herbs of spring are especially fruitful.
I call them weeds
but bring some home for the soup.