Brady's Ghosts (revised)

After the war, Matthew Brady found the thirst
for grey lads in the poses of the dead
dried up. He returns to portarture –
but who wants their stiff face pressed
through a lens that has seen ghosts? Eventually,
the bankruptors take everything.

The stacked glass negatives – the posed and formal
dead, the real dead in their undone rapture –
are sold to glaziers. Not suitable for windows,
of course, but greenhouses – the boys of Anteitam
loose their shadows over drifts of ferns and orchids.

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I've been reading Sonnets. Does it show?