Forgive us God for frustrating plants
for seedless grapes and cardboard
tomatoes
for the myriad of apples pruned
down to one mealy red delicious
for corn given to combustion
instead of digestion
for the Cavendish banana plagued
with survivor’s guilt
for the shy, retiring soy bean
pressed into imperialism
for rape seed disastrously named
for spruce trees in their prime
cut down for Christmas murder
for all the cells altered, adulterated, assaulted.
Forgive us God for frustrating plants,
your plans.