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Thoughts on the Death of Superman
by Ken HarnischMaybe he walked the
Narrow swinging bridge
That night, and maybe he
Had too much wine
And maybe a dare, a challenge
From some jackal called a friend,
Had him hanging by a chain
Over the river far below
And isn’t it always so? That sobriety,
A sudden recovery of the
Senses, comes even to the terminally
Intoxicated at the most unfortunate
Moments of their sweet-eyed blindness
The drunk, I have noticed,
Are like Superman; capable of
Great feats of acrobatics;
Able to leap tall buildings
At a single bound; more
Powerful than a locomotive.
And yet, when dangling from
A swinging bridge over a roaring gorge
Even George Reeves knew
He couldn’t really fly.
Which is why he probably
Took his life, and why, so many
Years after his demise, our dangling
Capeless wonder, suddenly drained
Of beery courage,
Found out that gravity
Is one Law of Nature
That no one ever broke.
11/02/2015 Posted on 11/02/2015
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/02/15 at 10:14 PM Amen Ken...well spoke, |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 11/05/15 at 05:08 PM ...those unfortunate moments of sobriety persist through the deepest of stone-ings, sadness that strong is perpetually sobering, an intoxication unto itself, and without need to resupply. |
| Posted by Jared Orlando on 11/09/15 at 07:03 PM A very nice look into drink and its effects. I too have felt invincible, only to wake up in a pile of myself and my shame. Cheers to a more sober hero (not me, that's for sure). |
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