War Photographer

by Alan Ford / January 7th, 2024

He is a universal man.
Behind his lens only
countries change.
Death is on the road again.

He keeps recycling truth
in foreign lands. For truth
can be reborn. It has not
outlived its years.

Peace is a dead currency
the coin of many realms.
It is rarely spent.
It lies sobbing in black and white.

Do his photos show a perfect view
of an imperfect world?
One day they will be developed.
But can we be?

Will the day ever come
when he has no reason to exist?

Alan Ford has been writing poetry for about a year and is interested in unusual subjects rather than traditional ones. His work has been published by literary magazines Down in the Dirt, Ariel Chart. Conclave, Blue Lake Review, Academy of the Heart and Mind and Scarlet Leaf Review, and Dissident Voice. His fiction books are The Himmler Contract, The Hitler Affair, The War Criminal, The St George Murders and the satires Nelson Mandela's Ghost and Elvis Presley's Ghost and Princess Diana's Ghost. Read other articles by Alan.

This article was posted on Sunday, January 7th, 2024 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.