i bear my camera
like a cross
framing good
excluding evil
turning a cool
compassionate eye
on injustice
but mostly conquering
death
with my obsessive
recording
recording
recording
when i return
this will all be gone
through photos
my grief will find
its consolation
but when I’m gone
no trace of me
will remain in my
recording
recording
recording
only a deep hole
an absence in the cave
of my vision
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