fruits and vegetables

the religion of
organic tomatoes and home grown
spinach
bothers me.
i'm weary
of staring at every apple
and wondering
where it came
from.
who touched it,
put a needle into
its vein.
i'm tired of kneeling at
the altar of
organic carrots and beans,
brown eggs
from a chicken
not treated mean.
I miss the old days,
of snapping a piece of
fruit of a tree,
running it under the sink
water
then eating it
while playing in
the street.