The Photo Taker

For now the results are beknown to but one.
His work is done. He captures in his craft a crowd,
Envelopes every feature, line and wrinkle of the individual,
And their involvement in events, unveiled in the group portrait.

For now there is one who caters for many.
His aim is to satisfy the subject itself,
Whose faces are shuffled, focussed and framed,
Whose lives are preserved in this time-honoured trade.

For now there is only one with forsworn insight,
Until all is revealed in black and white;
Only one mind with the gift to know all,
Only one eye with the skill to show all.

In the decades to come there will be but one,
Forgotten by those he chose to remember.
The only one without proof he was even present at the grand bash,
The ghost who is forever gone with a flash!