Title: Captured Memories

Author: AnnaSun

Rating: PG

Date: 2nd February 2004

A splatter of blood appeared on the lens,

But still the man went on,

Capturing the suffering before his eyes,

The turning inwards of the mud mound,

That sucked the bodies in to their deaths.

So cruel he thought as he clicked away,

Fixating all the memories in the piece of plastic.

And now he’s in the room of no light,

Except for the blood red danger glowing in the middle,

It brings back the memories the sounds and the smells,

He does not like this,

But still the man goes on.

The people slop from tray to tray,

As memories plucked from the day remodel before his eyes,

And form the silhouettes of children, shear terror on their faces,

He does not like this,

Be still the man goes on.

And now a Mother has appeared, a baby over one shoulder crying,

And Grandma and the dog are not far behind with a bone in his mouth,

He does not like this,

But still the man goes on.

As the next image emerges the Dad is there in a heap with others: Blood!
They are tossed into the hole of death and left to rot away their lives, slowly.

He does not like this,

But still he man goes on.

A girl alone in one with a doll wrapped in her arms,

Sitting by the ruins of the house,

She’s covered in ashes that blacken her small face.

He does not like this,

But still the man goes on.

Now at night the moon shines and etches into the worry lines of people’s faces,

The now dug graves are filled with the memories all jumbled up,

Expressions of their last moments plastered on their faces.

He does not like this,

But still the man goes on,

And on,

And on,

He goes.

A splatter of blood appeared on the lens,

The blood of an innocent victim,

Who now is exposed across the front page of some newspaper,

Where someone is trying to gain money subjecting someone to suffering.

AN:/ A lot of readers on here said they liked my war/photography poems so here’s another one. Feedback greatly appreciated as usual.