Dynamic Duo

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.

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Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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