I walked past a film set the other day. It was all rather impressive. The actors were dressed to look empoverished, sickly and dishevelled and I enjoyed watching them pretend to act as the unfortunate survivors of what seemed to be a zombie holocaust, knowing full well that they were merely assuming the roles. Yet, at points it seemed as though they were truly destitute, as they acted extremely convincingly. After watching for quite some time I walked on down the street, and rounding a corner, almost tripped over a homeless man sprawled uncomfortably on the floor in a hopeless heap. It really put life into perspective. I wrote this haiku.
Film set, movie stars
Painted, acting like they’re poor,
Whilst nearby tramp sleeps
(Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)