Mobile Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mobile

I recall cameras when using roll of film
Varied-size
Photography was art of time with lights
And angles

I set the camera, in the room, and on B
Shot three
First taken in my room, then with lights
More later

The last was when sun hung in fullness.

With things changed unlike then every
Hand carries a camera, tiny, small and
People are artists, shoot photo or movie

No heart beats to save the, injured, dead
Subjects are videoed, recorded in floods.

Regardless! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !