KANE’S OLD OLD VOICE
Rosebud . . .

The camera pulls back, the whole scene contained
In one of those glass balls sold for novelty
All over the world .   A hand  — Kane’s hand,
Which has been holding the ball, relaxes .
The ball falls out of his hand and bounds down
Two carpeted steps leading to the bed,
The camera following .   The ball falls
Off the last step onto the marble floor
Where it breaks, the fragments glittering
In the first rays of the morning sun .
This ray cuts an angular pattern ’cross
The floor, suddenly crossed with a many bars
Of light as blinds pull across the window .

The foot of Kane’s bed. Camera quite close.
Outlined against the shuttered window,
We can see a form  — the form of a nurse,
As she pulls the sheet up over his head.
The camera follows this action up
The length of the bed and arrives at
The face after the sheet has covered it .

FADE OUT :