Issue 12

Summer 2014


War Photographs


A chapel man my father was, at least
that's how he started out, in fear of God.
He joined the Navy, brought back photographs;
one of them's a mystery from Africa.
A black boy sitting on his knee, one more
behind his shoulder, staring at the lens.
He never talked about the war to us.
I don't know if he took his god to sea
or went to sea to run from God; if not
God was, I think, abandoned with the ship,

as were we all, left drifting like Noah.
I don't remember sitting on his knee.
There's no photograph to show it happened.
I'd be the one standing, looking for land.


Roddy Williams