The war is two years over. The tide is out,
and the beach clear of detritus except
for part of an upended landing stage,
like a leviathan’s jaw, in a pool.
Beside it there are four small children,
who are playing the serious, absorbing games
the very young play with wet, fugitive sand.
The photographer, whose parents were murdered
by the Nazis, was killed by machine gun fire
near the Suez Canal. He photographed
Ingrid Bergman with a dove, and Picasso