When the textile factory collapsed in Bangladesh

On the Collapse of a
Textile Factory, Dhaka


Soils, lichen, buds
Rise on tippy toes
To birth in silence
Subduing burdens
And scars

One widow shuns
Easter, disdaining
Lilies, lilies dropped
Fifty years ago into
Her son’s grave

Reshma Begum
Rose from the dirt
After 17 days of stench
Of factory compost
In Bangladesh

Reshma bloomed
Where 1,127 did not
Pressed, unfolded
Our clothes half
Finished

When shall we look
Again, at lilies
Or press our pretty
Outfits white as
History suits?

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