The Last Supper Poem by Chris Wind

this is more like it
a bunch of men are watching the game
there are twelve of them, cheering, yelling,
sprawled on the couch, the chairs, the floor
and one, front row center, in the lazyboy
(must be his house this rec room is in)
they all have a bottle of beer in one hand
and a chunk of pizza in the other

there's some serious emotion going on here
passionate talk
about what happened and why
what should be happening
and what's gonna happen
all accompanied with nudges and backslapping
(at the end they'll be hugging)
there are differences of opinion
heated exchanges
but their devotion to the game
is never in question

(except for the guy in the corner
the one with the glasses
who brought a book)
(he was going to bring a woman
for god's sake!)