Vegan   One day, beyond the eyes of cattle, the sad suburban quietness of the ewes, the vegetables themselves prove sentient. She hears the carrots give a sigh when ripped too rudely from the soil; she sees potatoes neatly sliced shrinking from the pan; the lettuce, like a pale-green brain is cowering from the knife. Even the wheat she eats for breakfast should still be waving in the west. She hesitates to steam the rice. In dreams, she’s on a board of nylon, waiting to be sliced and diced.             Geoff Page       A Short History of…