Pasternak Time: “Flat on its face the old movie”
Flat on its face the old movie
Stands up again. It stands up well.
Crowds run one way, bullets the other.
Someone must lose. A speech is made.
They all wore clothes like that,
Hard to believe. Broad coats and hats.
Clackety-clack like the intercity
The film unwinds. Cities disintegrate.
One thing about people who disappear:
They disappear. You could be next.
Opens its mouth without a voice,
Only cue card words. We hear no screams.
Comedy or tragedy, epic or farce?
That is the question. It does not say.
Credits are an historic custom
To reward the winners. That’s another story.
Ah! All the time in the world to consider
The captured revolution! The editor died.