January 2019 Winner

A Cauliflower Farmer

Fabiyas MV


He still stands

in the back row

with the traditional misery.



His plants

always get his carbon dioxide.

But his hope

trapped in the collapsed price

suffocates.



Farm Aid Package orbits

over his life

like a malfunctioning satellite.

His debt thrives

among the dream debris.



The farmers’ dry voice flames

in the street.

He too

throws his produce.

His cauliflowers scatter

on the road

like the baton-charged protest.