Superpowers '14

[SilverMire]

If I could leap tall buildings
In a single bound (accounting flags and poles):

I’d gander from a height
Upon the giddy apex of my flight
And know that I am much too far
From those who stick the streets with heavy soles.


If I could outrun bullets,
Be they from a hand- or wholly mental gun:

I’d stare the barrel down
To meet my cocky marksman with a frown
And as he takes his shot yell “cheese!”-
Devoid of challenge, making pointless fun.


If I could push a steam train
Off its resolute and predetermined track:

I’d firstly have to see
If all its passengers would rather come with me
Or travel as they were before -
If so, I’d be obliged to take them back.


If I were made of steel,
Tempered so I stood while all of Earth burned white;

I’d have another skill
To waft and waggle idly at my will -
A pencil in the fervent hand
Of one with nought to say and less to write.


If I possessed one talent
That could come by way of deed, or script, or song:

I’d be “the Bane of Cares,
Recurring Doubt and Dread” – I’m he who wears
A smile that neuters Kryptonite
(And undies where they properly belong).