Boom Operator

Take it from the top
He’s in the shot
A withered sack of skin
He can’t get dressed
He’s on firewatch
Shaking like a twig
He drives through a crowd
Of pedestrians
They run out of frame
Away from the light
He’s the boom operator
He’s got them on mic
I saw the boom operator
He’s in the shot, rubbing two sticks together
I saw the boom operator
His arms gave out at the thirteenth hour
Take another shot
He can’t be cropped
He’s a first aid kit
Filled with rocks
He’s fueled up
In a burning truck
No one goes near him
He’s on the outs
Quiet on the set
Roll for room tone
He’s the boom operator
The equipment’s on loan