Dayton Winegar Is Dead
I cast the yellow light upon the picture.
by Anthony C. Winegar
Like cellophane it shines peeling away
the image hiding in a leafy parchment.
The camera clicks and whirs. Slowly,
the stubborn image reveals its secret;
the humble but proud mother with her
children. Even emotion is preserved
in sweet Donald's face a puckered lip
the sad eyes "Where Did Daddy Go" !! A shot is fired, but no one hears
A place of food, but no one eats
The people mourn, but do not cry
never to age never to die
a mannequin's face never lies