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© Ramón Piñero 8/31/2005
there are the pictures, then you see what else is left behind.
there are the yearbook pictures that would normally bring a smile, now they are used to identify the dead.
then, there are the pictures. the mother holding her child. the husband squishing the cake into the mouth pf his beloved. now they only help to put a name to the face of the floating corpse the life lost a life unfulfilled.
then, there are the pictures. of the grandmother and her daughters, smiling and laughing in another time in another reality.
then, there are the pictures, the needy stealing food the looters the criminals the opportunists the vultures scavengers feeding on the dead, picking apart the bones of the unfortunate.
then, there are the pictures the gap-toothed tow-head the corn-rowed princess the kindergarten class picture. all that is left are the pictures.
then, there are the pictures. the smiling faces the loving embraces the glint of mischief in every child's eyes, the hope of tomorrow the promise of life.
and then, there are the pictures.
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