Pasternak Time: “The narcissistic psychopath”
The narcissistic psychopath
Has them all doing his dirty work.
Main motive: his own only-ness.
Who he wouldn’t kill to keep control,
What he wouldn’t say to hold them in sway,
What he wouldn’t will.
Statues he commissions for town squares,
In his own likeness. His own inscription
Makes a murderer of millions their liberator.
His records reach every room in the land:
His signature must be a death’s head.
For what is he without his fame,
His appetite for his own power
Beyond reason to satisfy?
O what might they do to dethrone
His prospering claims to supremacy?
What do to reconstruct the bodies
He destroyed in his will to tyrannise?
Shall short lines prevail? Witticisms
Spotlight his blind acquisition?
They could ignore him, leave time alone
To end the cruelty of silent assent.
They may take up the wisdom that is folly,
Render their lives to powerlessness.
Share common food.
Speak to the future in truth
As if time had no hands
And clock faces in town squares,
Wordless as the moon
Remind of times before he entered,
Rolling out his slogan inscriptions,
His preposterous claims to liberation.
Only after a death, his death
Dare anyone denounce direct.