Written in third person, the poem describes a photographer in his darkroom as he develops prints from his latest job in the field. As the images which slop in his trays emerge, he is filled with horror at the memories of the violent scenes he has witnessed and photographed. His hands shake, as Duffy uses powerful imagery and effective contrast to explore the conflict in war and conflict within himself, and in the wider world of media reporting. Written in four stanzas, each of six lines with a regular rhyme scheme, seems to be imposing order into the chaotic world of war.