"In his darkroom he is finally alone"

"With spools of suffering set out in ordered rows"

"The only light is red and softly glows"

"Belfast, Beirut, Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass"

"He has a job to do. Solutions slop in trays"

"Beneath his hands, that did not tremble then though seem to now"

"To fields that don't explode beneath the feet of running children in a nightmare heat."

"A strangers features faintly start to twist before his eyes"

"A half-formed ghost"

"He remembers the cries of a mans wife, how he sought approval without words to what someone must."