I feel like there’s an old time movie playing backwards

My 81 mm black and white silent life

With the captions in reverse

And I don’t know how or when

It will begin

Before you go, do you see the credits?

Starring Guilt as herself

Happiness: played by prozac and ethanol

Scripting by no one

A lion roars

And the test pattern counts slowly to five

Before the film is lowered into it’s cylindrical sarcophagus