Poem (You, my photographer, you, most aware)

You, my photographer, you, most aware,
Who climbed to the bridge when the iceberg struck,
Climbed with your camera when the ship’s hull broke,
And lighted your flashes and, standing passionate there,
Wound the camera in the sudden burst’s flare,
Shot the screaming women, and turned and took
Pictures of the iceberg (as the ship’s deck shook)
Dreaming like the moon in the night’s black air!

You, tiptoe on the rail to film a child!
The nude old woman swimming in the sea
Looked up from the dark water to watch you there;
Below, near the ballroom where the band still toiled,
The frightened, in their lifebelts, watched you bitterly –
You hypocrite! My brother! We are a pair!

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