Poison Potatoes, Who Thought to Defang Them?

We cannot imagine a fearful dig, smacking the child's hand from the root,
 not having mashtaties, not having fries-with-that,
Can't imagine wolves in the forest, howling with feral fears,
starvation always powering the legs and steering the DNA,
No foresight of a community without weapons, a fence of cellists,
a border of singing collies, a greeting committee with laptops and sweetpops and water,
all the water anyone could drink,
and crazed killers drained of their poison,
 embraced, and given a dog.