young boy dying of starvation
a skeleton loosely wrapped in skin
just meters from a relief foundation
without the strength to make it in
check the settings, watch the light
shoot in color or black and white?
crop the photo, get in tight
got to get the exposure right
photo caught his last expression
a fleeting end to all his pains
vacant eyes leave an impression
just the photograph remains
digital image hits the wires
awards are given for the shot
photographer, he then retires
but the image still cannot
few weeks later with depression
and a gun blew out his brains,
no longer held in his possession
still the photograph remains
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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