Zapruder's camera

Zapruder's Camera

It lies in an archive,
Its final act to shoot the death
Of the crowd-pleasing president.
Zapruder doesn't want it,
He's too upset to use it now
For holidays and weddings;
The FBI nearly threw it away
Once they'd interrogated
Its plastic memory.

Like Kennedy
It's reunited with its maker,
But the camera's maker
Is Bell and Howell
And they have not absolved it.
Not even a chance of re-incarnation,
It just lies in state in their hall of fame,
The slowly rusting reels won't spin again,
Its life is frozen.