by Michael Romani
In the usual sort of way
Doomsday killed our super friend
And all faith was blown away
We had a funeral for our friend
And put it away in the museum
As an unnatural history come to end
And placed in a faithless mausoleum
In a sense of heroic trinity
There was magic in three
For a world lost in consternation
It was a well borne hallucination
Superman returns to save the day
In a reign of precious supermen
It’s the truth of a juster way
One that’s needed now as it was then
(c) April 4, 2017 Michael Romani


