Nina Bannett

Featured in Topology Magazine

Three varieties of forsythia, all removed. A loss. Have they been moved, to be reconstructed? Without these three bodies I have lost remembrance. Their bodies have been manipulated. Who will mourn them? They were set apart, a series of flames in the grass, dwarf stars to an astronomer. The decision was made that no one would notice their absence. Tiny reminders of renewal, not showgirls. What is their afterlife? Three forsythia, like moss on a headstone. I could never decide which had the most beauty. Professionals know better; they will diagnose what ruins will follow. Their bodies have been removed. Their growth has been deemed non-essential to what is plotted. There are others elsewhere who will be appreciated so the decision was made to tear them out of where they were wanted. The decision was made without my consultation. They started the treatment without me being there. They took away the beauty that was to them a patient without a boundary. They built a wall that ended things. They ended her life with ill-advised treatment. Ended with a tumor the size of a dwarf star. Ended it without me there. It could not be removed, only treated until she died. Without it something new can come. Growth is manipulation. Intent is an undisclosed treatment, renewal is a plot.