photographers
the photographers
are standing on the quiet street
with their digital cameras and sunshine faces
they are shielding their eyes
trying to get the perfect shot
of downed trees and smashed windows
the photographers
are laughing and having a good time
they have wide asses and wide smiles
they look as though they haven’t
a care in the world
they are taking photos of boarded up doors
and crushed cars
as people living on the quiet street
clean up tree branches and glass
they are getting dramatic shots
of cracked pavement and splintered word
the photographers are posing
for each other’s pictures
smiling in front an uprooted tree
that had probably been on this street
for at least one hundred years
before it suddenly became kindling
as old people sit on their porches
with coffee and blank faces
surveying the damage in their neighborhood
the photographers
are looking into their digital cameras
telling each other how wonderful their pictures are
how much the tv stations and newspapers
are paying for photos like theirs
the photographers
are talking about the radio station contest
for the most destructive hurricane scene
you can find
they are in the middle of the street
blocking the garbage men
and an ambulance that has its red lights flashing
the photographers
don’t even move an inch
they just stand there looking at their pictures
until it’s time to get back into their polished cars
off toward another destination
and another award winning snapshot.
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