War Photographer

• "In his dark room he is finally alone

  with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows."
• "The only light is red and softly glows,

  as though this were a church and he

  a priest ..."
• "Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass."
• "He has a job to do. Solutions slop in trays

  beneath his hands, which did not tremble then."
• "Rural England. Home again

  to ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel,"
• "a half-formed ghost. He remembers the cries."
• "A hundred agonies in black and white

  from which his editor will pick out five or six

  for Sunday's supplement."
• "From the aeroplane he stares impassively at where

  he earns his living and they do not care."