B-Movies

when they were shot on film
they had a poetry to them

the truly insane ones with acting so wooden
it leaves splinters
and lines unspeakable to where
they stay that way still when spoken
were nonetheless great swathes of light
first caught on frail celluloid

there was, in short, blood behind the eyes
not just vision but flesh
a sense that something had been made
even if it was just Puppet Master 5

now anyone can soak
a streaming site in digital schlock

and life and flesh and blood’s gone out of it