Plot

A short poem is delivered to the camera, with the backdrop of high rises and headstones. It makes a comparison of the two. A young churub-looking man makes the point that where we are we will reside and when our time is up. We meet our maker in the knowledge that we have changed nothing.—ANDREW SHIRE

A short poem is delivered to the camera, with the backdrop of highrises and headstones, graveyards and grave skylines. It makes comparisons of the two. A young cherub-looking yob makes the point that where we reside we will remain. When our time is up, we meet our maker in the knowledge that we have changed nothing.—By: Andrew Shire