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

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

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The poem was inspired by the Open Shutters Iraq project. For further details see: and

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