| Open Shutter a thousand snaps a lifetimes’ worth of photographs taken by her or of her by others one minute, she’s the distracted little girl looking offstage at a dog or shadow next, clutching a handful of books outside the dilapidated university, clutching a knife poised over the edge of a wedding cake, catching men - through a hole in the fence - as they march with their youth over their shoulders now that less is to come than what has gone, she takes her photographs with urgent deliberation too much time has passed through her fingers like blood the rest must be made to count for something Hassan Abdulrazzak If you have any comments on this poem, Hassan Abdulrazzak would like to hear from you. |
