Take my picture I will still die so there

Such ingenuity
From little necessity
Rolls off the tongue pleasantly
An epitaph worthy
Of Camera Obscura

It sits reassuringly
Tempting, alluringly
Driving to artistry
Birthing necessity
Fingers flick shutters

Life stunned momentarily
Carries on gracefully
Parts incrementally
Fall with such gravity
Sifted on History

As in almost infinite
Age spanning archives we
Sort and decidedly
Document carefully
Closet away

Photography’s legacy
Lying so dustily
Hoarded unseen as we
Covet so greedily
Rarely to savour

What needs no epitaph
Always will stand
A reminder of
Mankind’s futile
Attempts at defying
Mortality.