A
Man, Somewhere In History, Dying
Somebody
somehow had a cache of film and a recording device.
To
shoot the man sinking into the snow drift and looking up
in some
Russian city under siege all those black and white
years
ago.
And the
light went out of his eyes, now we watch him die
and we
can watch him die tomorrow, if we want to, and
the day
after.
He
gives his death, of hunger and cold and despair, to us.
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