The tangled mass of metal is reflected in their camera lenses. And a Princess lies dead. The twisted hulk of cold steel is ominously silent
by Christine E. Maylath
broken only by the sound of continuous clicking cameras
which devour her as she lies within; And a Princess lies dead. Finally the clicking stops,
and like the proverbial rats they scurry back into their holes
clutching tightly onto their cameras
as they eagerly await their next victim; And a Princess lies dead.