Super
Heroes
Cartoonists
draw Super Carrots to –
Entice donkeys
to pick up their pace;
Motivate
Moms
to change more diapers,
and iron more mens’ shirts;
Steel
Soldiers
to deal death swiftly,
and die in foreign dirts;
Determine
Dads
to work with no stop,
to not lose the race;
But
they keep Kids from studying.
Kids know a comic
when they see one.
Comic
Man
Old
man, dead pan.
Past
your prime,
pumping
iron all the time
everyday
a bit lighter
than
yesterday.
Finish
in the shower
cleaning
your skin, loose
on
that tower
that
maybe was
unremarkable
in every way,
save
the old marine
buzzcut:
of
now
missing
hair,
gray,
as
the far faded red field
in
the small
dusty
blue
and
yellow
now
ochre
logo
tattooed
to
your upper biceps.
“Superman!”
it
advertised
-
in
small -
lived
here,
one
perhaps
heroic
moment.
Did
you leap
tall
buildings
to
save
a
friend
or
dream of stopping crime?
Perhaps
you thought
you
saved Switzerland
from
Nazi time
or
told old Churchill
of
a coming attack.
With
such little reality
to
hold,
why
not
be
bold
and
proclaim
yourself
–
comic
man.
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