sky was supposed to
stand for America:
Any small town boy
could grow up
and become a hero
just like Superman.
Just lose the glasses,
turn a bright red
table cloth into a
cape. Nab a couple
of bad guys as they
almost get away with
some poor old lady's
purse, and you'd be
up in the big blue sky
before you can say:
God Bless America!
It made so much sense
in the movies. The bad
guys always got caught,
and Superman was
always up there just
watching and waiting
to swoop down and save
America before it's too
late: No dead Kennedys.
No Vietnam. No Nixon
giving us the peace sign.
No Ronald Reagan
pretending to have a
ticking heart. No World
Trade Center. No
George W. Bush hiding
the truth, and blaming the
poor for his own deliberate
mistakes. Just an honest to
God hero always up there
to save America again
and again. Until the beautiful
dream somehow became
crippled and corrupt. And
the best man always loses now.
Our heroes are hunted,
and they fall from the sky
like slaughtered eagles.
America, America:
Who killed Superman?
He was the last one. He was
our only chance. And now
he has a bullet in his head.
From sea to shining sea.
Poem © 2009 by Dylan Mitchell
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