I: 1967

Do you see the grey images shuddering,
shedding ghosts
on the television screen?
A silent wailing, a film without sound,
muffled by the cool words of the journalist
or the choked staccato rage of guns.

Can you see the men? No.
I can't even see the men,
only bushes, grass, a badly focussed longshot
quivering, scattered into small grey points of light.

Is this fear? No.
It's technical failure.
This is what our fear looks like to others.