WATER WASTE FLOWERS, AFTER
White I am – I am here
Like a bird, I could come, privilege of the white
To learn, unlearn
the waters, the flows
Waterwaste is manure
Waterwaste is dangerous
Waterwaste is toxic
Waterwaste is life
Waterwaste is money
Waterwaste is flowers
Wastewater. Where does it come from?
“My daughter lives in the city,
she wears a saree only when she comes to the village. She likes to wear it only here.”
“This is for you”
“Yes, take it home.”
Flowers wilt in a day. Home is far.
“The most beautiful are after the rains,
you should come back then, and see.
We are all out in the fields. At night. Flowers and moon and us, all of us. Her too [pointing to the grandmother]”
And the grandmother says: “BEFORE, there were no flowers, no waste, no water.”