After we’ve caught the final installment
from the Nolan Batman universe
at a sprog friendly screening, we decant

from the auditorium and set our course
for home where we flick on the rolling news
and learn of a sudden, indiscriminate burst

of gunfire at a sold out midnight show.
I am not one for prayer but I pause
to think of how we sat before the glow

of fantasy for those illumined hours;
our backs turned to the letterbox of glass,
the unacknowledged fount, the modest source;

and how a bullet cannot move as fast
as light does as it finds the pallid screen
with no resistance from the shrinking dark

as we all lose ourselves in the same dream.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jul 22, 2012 @ 23:38:09

    I wondered…
    Does life reflect art
    or does art reflect life.

    Are Batman, the Joker and Gotham City grotesque images of American society.
    This time it was too close to home, more of a nightmare than a dream.


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