Grocery List Eco Poetry Contest Winner Adele Bourne All the world for poetry is grist, But the machinery can go awry. A villanelle becomes a grocery list. Sunspots, they tell us, are the gist, Mexican rains drown monarch butterflies. All the world for poetry is grist. Below the ozone hole, starving penguin chicks cannot find krill enough to survive. A villanelle becomes a grocery list. False spring confuses, timing missed, Eggs will not hatch nor fledglings fly, All the world for poetry is grist. In troposphere where trade winds tryst, Ice crystals melt so grain fields go dry, A villanelle becomes a grocery list. Not our concern, our leader insists, Free enterprise can cleanse the dirt from sky. All the world for poetry is grist, A villanelle becomes a grocery list.