VegFest: A Symposium on Grief
by Anna Banerjee
Photos by Seth Moffitt
mother new arms hold onto that which I cannot
see any longer. my womb grows empty
with violence set against grieving mothers --
a mother cannot make amends
with an empty cradle.
worker duty calls forth hordes bathed in nectar.
lavender sprigs bring forth new life
in the crux of their blooms: but what happens
to those flowers unblessed? for the worker
is tired and their home collapsed.
follower in chaos, there is order, they tell us.
for nothing is more effective in drawing
us to slaughter than convincing us
that order is paramount to success: if we line
up well enough, will that save us in the end?