Thomas pokes his finger into the wound of Christ
his inability to suspend disbelief
entertains the critic sitting in an armchair
Marking notes in his book as he watches a film
ever so all alone in this huge theater
remembering his pain he sits Indian style
chairs in this theater allow a massive man
in his fifties to sit comfortably with pain
leaving his legs somewhat numb the sciatic nerve
enervating a pulse shooting up to his brain
somehow he ignores noise from within his body
slowly letting his mind focus on the details
Images pass in frames to quick to catch the light
nearly twenty-four times per second between frames
delighting in neither the story nor the plot
in a paroxysm of merciless false wit
another harsh review enters the newspapers
needlessly destroying interest speaking his mind
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