Walking the Pulitzers (Kevin Carter, 1994)
She, naked, walks by herself,
sun-drowned. Her head above bone
shoulders above her knees and wrists you could
break with a firm handshake. She’s
walking until she collapses where the dirt
holds no moisture, and now
she’s crawling, the inevitable behind
her, two bodies hunched and waiting:
one sinks into the ground, one
prepares for flight. Like the moment before
a tsunami, when feathers meet
bone, meet skin, and the quiet
quake. He waits through
the camera lens, captures them both.
Lilia Dobos is a current Graduate Teaching Assistant studying TESOL at Salisbury University. Her other publications include Barely South Review, New Mexico Review, The Quaker and forthcoming work in Red Flag Poetry.