POEM (058) Contradict Superman

Contradict Superman

I stand tall, six feet down,
I stand strong, upon broken floors,
I’m straight faced, as a clown,
I hold up, crumbling doors,

I’m a man, child like boy,
I’m the wind, sealed in a cup,
I’m the ring master, wind up toy,
I’m the helium, earthed up.

Who am I to forget the journey,
What am I, when it all caves in,
Where are we, in this cemetery,
When was I, chained from sin?

Falling hard, on a feather bed,
Crawling, through a sea of lead,
Jumping high, this mole hill hoop,
Lost below, in the swift air loop.

I’m the kind, of a one man band,
I’m the world, chained in release,
I am me, with this all to hand,
I am superman, in a wolfs red fleece.