There was so much to worry about
and only a few heroes to right
all the wrongs, that soon we had
to invent superbeings that would
swoop down to recitify, out-joke
the jokers, keep the plutonium
hidden in a cluster of clouds.
Evil always has an advantage
and always succeeds
until its enormous feet understep
some moral chasm, or a damsel
held dear by the populace cries out
and is heard. Then we’re made aware
evil’s job is to galvanize the unlikely,
to stir the ordinary man.
Salvation, however, needs
more than one story, in more
than one language, its heroes perhaps
thinking something like how the hell
do I get out of this jam, something
like that, personal and small.