stare, gawk, ogle him
his proud blue in tatters
his vibrant red in shreds
his powers were super in days when men were
pure evil
and
unequivocal good
when madmen and bad men made hobbies of
warning of their dastardly deeds and
creating escapable death traps
and luaghed as they robbed banks and
never shot anyone
oh that he could give a glance
a single glance
and refreeze the ice caps
but his fortress of solitude is melted
and you really can never go home again
"fly!" you might urge
"fly to the sun! regain your strength!"
and he will smile and shake his head
and point to a recent study on UV rays
and the evergrowing danger of melenoma
if you sit with him he'll tell you
about children starving in kenya and dying in sudan chechnia
about rockets in palestine and bullets in belgrade
and lawsuits and lawyers litigating absolute justice
he cant save them all
he is tired and alone
and if he gives everything he has
who will save superman?
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