Honor to “War Photographer”
Honor to “War Photographer”
Carol Ann Duffy’s War Photographer
Like a prophecy for me.
His “spools of suffering”, portraits
Of “Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Phen.
Substitute: Syria. Somalia. Sudan.
We both find safer shores.
Rural England for him.
Urban U.S. for me.
But I too still see the fields exploding
And “running children in a nightmare heat”.
In his darkroom images emerge from film.
Records of horrific events.
The same emerge from the
Shadows of my memories.
And pain which never forgets.
I know well the “hundred agonies”
not in “black and white”,
But in living color.
I know them too that read the “Sunday Supplement”
Desensitized to these events.
War photographer belongs to neither world.
I belong to both.
Yet he speaks to my experience.
Validates my life.
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