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
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.