Daguerreotype

Watching old black & white movies On a widescreen, HD-TV, Mocks the classic style that we once loved. Yet we are tolerant as we scowl at the visage; As though the original film is what's wrong with the world; That by viewing our faults, we might blame the medium. But despite our technological revolution, The film remains intact, Raw and grained, With its heroism and prideful acts, Its dainty dames and strapping lads; Misogynistic beauty in greyscale Ruined by modern pretence; by the want of colour. We once lived without photography; Before camera obscura and daguerreotype. Back when moments were only lived, And never truly captured. Never imprisoned in silver and ink, To be hung on lavish walls Only to be ignored. Or locked in sleeves, Trapped and unending in their poses. Back before Kodak took over the world. A timeless face needs no modernisation. A classic needs no revival. A love once lost should be left alone Buried in the dirt and mourned appropriately.