KAL-EL AGONISTES



Truly, it would only be perfectly beautiful, a perfect piece of art, if one single life-form escaped to remember, to mourn, to despair.
 - Neil Gaiman, “The Heart of a Star”, The Sandman: Endless Nights (2003)

Spit-curled demigod in tights
tinted like the Stars and Stripes,
red as Rao’s sanguine light,

blue for Earth’s sky interlude,
so much melancholia imbued.
Your Fortress of cold Solitude;

Antarctic Merzbau, Mausoleum,
Lichtdom. Nietzsche’s feverdream,
Übermenschen parents deem

cast from Krypton’s antiseptic,
Art Deco paradise to hectic
Metropolis. Be analytic:

do you recall that lost childhood
half-forgotten past-tense world
long since destroyed,

green glowing fragments fatal,
of home, your Achilles heel.

O Superman. How does that feel?

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