We’re living in a pesticide era. Existence is in poison. Peasants are persuaded. Their minds are mulched with chemical thoughts. Vegetable gardens are gruesome. Not green, but a toxic shade of death dominates. Even deep purple grapes in the vineyards don’t tempt birds. Nostalgic smell of cashew blooms steeps in *Endosulfan. Flies aren’t extinct, yet they keep distance from the fruit stands. An apple a day won’t keep the doctor away. Chemical weapons are widely used. Corporate target is profit. Corpses of ethics lie scattered. *Endosulfan is a deadly insecticide. First published in issue #17 of The Literary Hatchet