Superman’s journey to the underworld. Edit

[Tiger the Lion]

Hello Makeshift. I agree with tectak. Poems with potential are difficult to crit in novice. (I never want to be the one to spook the talent) This is one such poem. For me, most of the work ahead of you is mercifully contained in one line. 

You were scattered
across the grasses and reeds
blood mingled with the dew.

You’re in the horizon now
with transmission towers
tethered to what's left
of your eyes.

I’m superman
on a bike
atop the tallest hill in Cleves.

I pedal faster then (than) a speeding bullet, Typos aside, bullets don't pedal. I very much like the rest of this strophe, so please give it the start it deserves. The rest of the piece indicates you have the tools. Use them for clarity.
and the breeze blows
your head back together.

You gasp, “Hell”
I press my palm
tight against your lips.
We ride to Tennessee.

Good luck. 
Paul