One at a time – a series of posts where I will examine a single image – today it’s tsunami. Vision fractured, life unbroken. A survivor of the 2004 tsunami in Sri Lanka sits in the small makeshift treatment centre, the same one that would later treat my chest infection caused by breathing the toxic…
Who do you think I am,An old has-been,Whose victories are in the past?I accept my glory days are over,But boy, they were a blast.But I’m not yet ready to surrender,And let you kick me up the ass. You may think I’ve shot my bolt,And ready to blow the gaff,But you must be kidding,Having a giraffe,If…