Haiku Photography: Post-apocalypse

by Austin Gragg

Devils are crafting
cameras from the lenses
Founders left behind—

curved glass and metal
frames once connected to spines.
Perfect in their hands,

small boxes capture
souls, and through blackened eyes, see.
You are among them

small, trapped, and weak. We
roll you up safe on strips of
dark chem-laced plastique.

Desperate to flee, you
fail. Few yous are left behind—
anxious, terrified.

Soon we’ll have them all,
in canisters just like you,
Post-eyed, and Transcribed—

but, devils did not
anticipate what the world
might be, without You.