“A CAN OF TOMATO SOUP” aka “WHEN TECHNOLOGY USURPS NATURAL”
It’s fantastic to be born and grow, opening your eyes in wonder, At the beginning, clean and ready to live a lifetime hereunder, Encountering family faces, smiling and flushed like tomato soup, Watching, in awe, as you squirm and make your first poop.
You make compost for a red, juicy tomato hugging a rainy sky; As you learn to focus and see clearly from each little eye, And the wind blows the plant stem and the petals all around, You trade your wonder to be allowed to walk upon fertile ground.
The air blows wonderfully across your face, and your foot finds a bee, Pain is terrible and beautiful, but, more than this, it is what you see, The tomato quenches your hunger, and you touch more than you know, Affecting everything and everyone, and you hear the wonderful “No.”
“A tomato may be too wonderful,” so “There is always soup in a can, “And “Yes, it is wonderful to create metal and processed food for you, man.”After all, when your teeth are lost, you can still gulp tomato paste, Forsaking life’s fullness, and then time can become an utter waste.
You forget the sky and wind and beautiful tomato and only soup will remain, No longer is life worthwhile, as can replace the wonder of the rain, A single can of tomato soup usurps the marvellous red life sphere, A lousy trade, for soon hands can no longer grasp what is here.
It is beautiful, this clever ploy which trades the supple tomato skin, For metal and a processed non-life, soon forced to dwell within? We are so led to live in this unnatural tomato soup condition, Grant me again to know a child’s sane eyes and canned soup prohibition.
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