Spools of suffering...He is finally alone.

“He has a job to do.”

“He has a job to do.”“job”

Home again to ordinary pain

A strangers features..

A half -formed ghost.

He remembers the cries of the mans wife

And how

The blood

Stained,

Into the foreign dust

A hundred agonies in black and white.

He earns his living

And they do not care

War Photographer.By Leroy and Emma