there are no heroes in this comic book,
but everyone wears a costume, good guys and bad.
or worse a mask that fools none but mothers
who play along
complicit in their love.
at stake stands no less
the lives of innocents,
the child in distress.
super powers, super powerful
warp their wielder’s character
move mountains, oh yes, but
who, I ask who will remove the rubble?
we wear kryptonite because it is the fashion
and a cape that does not billow when we do not fly.