Field of View

The world is not a photograph.
We know this when we look at one,
Believing that there has to be
So much unseen beyond its borders.
Murder's not a single act. The man
Who's lying in the street, a bullet
Having pierced his head, was shot
By one, the picture shows, and
That's what's bordered. He's in
Jail, while those who hated both
Of them, and moved the jobs
Beyond their reach, and wouldn't
Help to fix their schools, but
Paid out fortunes for their coke,
And shouted, “We must have
Our guns,” aren't seen within
Picture's frame. They pose
As viewers, satisfied that
Justice has been done.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-10-18 at 13:16

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