Good morning, she says, and
she introduces herself to the
congregation with a smile.
Seven feet away, her brother punches
a bad guy in the face but can’t decide
if he’s playing Batman or Spider-Man.
The minister greets an invisible visitor
while the crime-fighter yells at his
quarry and flies through the air.
I am caught between these two
worlds, alternately wrapped in web
and urged to sing Woyaya.
Fifteen percent of today’s offering
will go to defense funds for the victims
of Bat/Spider-Man’s fascist brutality.
Our sermon is about Birthdays
because the reverend has a party
to attend later this afternoon,
The crime rate rises sharply with
news that Our Hero must return
to the Bat-Cave for his nap.
As The Commissioner carries a
frustrated superhero upstairs,
the minister urges him to
Go now in peace.