Photographs

daniel on May 26th 2008

They are the worst photographs,
dripping with vinegar and bile,
soldered to a goose-stepping yesteryear
electrically passing, draped
in slow-decaying binary light.
Insecticide in amber, grisly
tainted hollow ugly strange
isn’t it how my better angels
grow ever toward the light?
Past the six by four window
into another less favourable
time.

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