Sonnet on a Scene from the Zack Snyder Cut
Jittery Barry suddenly seems still.
This presages a shift to super speed.
The dog’s bark stretches, thus does not grow shrill.
Now gorgeous little Iris is in need.
The Flash’s shoes can’t hold his feet. Indeed,
Can anything? The fluid known as glass
Is scattered by a single touch. World, heed:
The speedster chooses now to move his ass.
Touch her hair first – a tribute, not a pass.
The hot dog pocketed for later use.
And now, as member of the smitten class,
Make safe that perfect face, that fine caboose.
A final glance exchanged, warm intimation.
Such is the realm of mortal adoration.