Christine E. Maylath

(Littleton, CO, USA)

Diana - Poem by Christine E. Maylath

The tangled mass of metal is reflected in their camera lenses. And a Princess lies dead. The twisted hulk of cold steel is ominously silent
broken only by the sound of continuous clicking cameras
which devour her as she lies within; And a Princess lies dead. Finally the clicking stops,
and like the proverbial rats they scurry back into their holes
clutching tightly onto their cameras
as they eagerly await their next victim; And a Princess lies dead.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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