The camera
A tired song falling through
the leaves, in the distance
the dim corrupted sound of gunfire.
The battle had ended,
now, amidst the debris, the
killing began.
The cameras explored the agony,
the bloodied inert bodies
lying carelessly between the blackened brick
and mortar. Photographs
were hastily taken of dead children
and grieving parents for
that evening's consumption.
The camera doesn't dwell
but moves swiftly on
to new horrors,
new deportments of death;
a fresh conflict
happening close by,
filling the schedules.
the leaves, in the distance
the dim corrupted sound of gunfire.
The battle had ended,
now, amidst the debris, the
killing began.
The cameras explored the agony,
the bloodied inert bodies
lying carelessly between the blackened brick
and mortar. Photographs
were hastily taken of dead children
and grieving parents for
that evening's consumption.
The camera doesn't dwell
but moves swiftly on
to new horrors,
new deportments of death;
a fresh conflict
happening close by,
filling the schedules.
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