At the Movies

I have been battling bronchitis for the past week, so I am dashing off a quick post featuring a poem I wrote about going to the movies. This poem is available in my second book, Event Horizon.

At the Movies

The screen flickers off,
and the house lights come up.

For two hours,
we’ve watched chiseled bodies
trade punches,
shoot their way through
urban gauntlets,
and leap to safety
amid a slow rain
of flame and broken glass;
chiseled bodies giving it all
for world-saving purpose, 
of which we are ticket holding 

Then we file out:
chubby kids,
a woman with downcast eyes,
a gray-haired man who misses a step,
and all manner of souls
tossing empty bags,
hollow wrappers,
and drained cups
into the garbage can

as we exit.

Published by mrteague

Teague McKamey lives in Washington state with his wife and two children. Teague’s poetry has appeared in several journals and in self-published books. He blogs at and In all areas of life, Teague desires that Christ may be magnified in his body (Php. 1:20).

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