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Man of Steel

This poem, based on the 70th Psalm, and in the voice of Lois Lane (pining for help from Superman), was actually fun to write. It felt naughty, because it lets me vent about a bad habit of mine – looking to others for rescue. It’s a tendency we’re pressured not to acknowledge in ourselves, because it’s so trite and self-evidently self-defeating, but it’s a powerful undercurrent in the psyche, the notion that someone is just about to intervene on our behalf, if only we can hold on for one more instant… I associate this feeling with treading water, escapism, and internalized victim-blaming. But it is also a vote of confidence in someone, anyone – there is a shred of faith left in humanity there.

Someone unlikely is coming for me –
help me, for this is impossible – quick!
No one supported me – shame on my friends.
When they see for themselves they’ll lose face,
and regret having tried to hold me back.
They’ll take back their jibes and their pedantry,
the same friends who scoffed at me all along.
The world needs to know someone’s here for us,
the news will bring hope for all mankind.
Like me, they will see Clark is trying to help –
they will welcome this stranger, our savior.
And I know, in this, my hour of need,
he may come – I have hope – hurry to me!
My rescuer could free us all from fear.
I shout for help – our time is running out…

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Man of Steel

I hesitated to watch Zack Snyder’s Man of Steel, not sure if I could enjoy watching Russell Crowe (who plays Superman’s real father, Jor El) hang out of an airplane by two dislocated shoulders while doing his own stunts (as usual), but this movie was a happy surprise for me – a thrill ride with lots of heart, and one that stays emotionally grounded enough to have meaning today, even with the good ol’ Planet B trope in play.

This sonnet is in Clark Kent’s voice, after the film takes place, looking back on his father Jor El’s message for him with the eyes of a reporter who has seen the crisis of climate change impending on all fronts at once, when he finally understands what his father meant about helping Earthlings learn from Krypton’s mistakes.

To send me worlds away from all you’d known,
and in me, send the sum of all your dreams,
our people’s only hope – and to disown
our dying planet’s mountains, hills and streams –
took madness, or the genius of the damned.
In me, you saved mere possibility,
the hope that I would offer up my hand
to Earth’s inhabitants, and set them free
of their great fear of the unknown – to show
these people how to learn from other worlds
what peril lies in reckless waste – that no
mistake is deadlier than habit curled
in on itself in blind constraint – the need
to curb the sheer momentum of mass greed.

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