Alone and silent
I hear the heart of my watch is it beats
A song utterly destroyed
As a man talks to himself
His wife addressing him
As their child cries
I hold the film to the light
And see an old woman in pain
Her mouthless face
Crying out in darkness
To see her sister
Mocked by a group of plotters
I close the screen about my eyes
Where an old man sits
In smoldering sweaters
The tears from his eyes
Feeding his servants
As they beat him
