The picture set me off with a very vivid and emotion that I wanted to capture. It’s not directly about the man who had filled his incarceration with thoughts of food, but hopefully I’ve got the image I wanted to across.
Bailey and I had been talking about doing something with this and working it into a soundscape track, but I’m not sure if or when that could happen.
POW Suppers
When I shall be free
I’ll inhale the seas
The fields
and the skies
This time grows stale
And this room weary
No longer I’ll dine alone
When I’m not needed here
I’ll shed no tears
Nor hold myself
To account
The air is faint
And my will heavy
No longer alone
Send for my love
time for flight
Protect all
My hold is dear
I shall not.
Give unto fear
