Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

still shots

were he a photographer
instead of a hapless poet
his portrait of her waning life
would have won him a pulitzer

how perfectly he revealed
the cause of her suffering
while subsequently
capturing looming vultures
shadows over her final moments

he left her there to die
in front of no one but his lens

leaving the observer to wonder
if he ever thought to save her

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