Organic life.

A pound a basket
Of any ol’ vegetation
The scent of soil
You’ll find it here
Among the hustle bustle
Fresh as a daisy;
Waxy potatoes,
Juicy tamatoes.

But now the market is quiet
The air is soil
The daisy dead
The wax has melted
The tamatoes dried

A pound a basket
Of any ol’ vegetation
If only life was valued so high.