Tell me again Superman
How sorry you are
for touching the Kryptonite.
And you, Icarus, for flying
too close to the sun.
I see your singed feathers,
can smell the burnt pride from here.
Do you have to make them into a head-dress
and parade around in front of your friends?
And you, dear Knight in Shining Armor,
your armor has been dinged.
Right there, it’s a small hole, can’t you see it?
In fact, now that I know it’s there,
no longer blinded by the gleam of your silver suit,
I am afraid it’s all I can see.
What a day you’ve all had, my Heroes.
How quickly your fortunes changed.
One step in the wrong direction
and you tumble off the pedestal.
Can I help you climb back up?
Oh no fine sir, you’ve got to do that by yourself.
This Wonder Woman has bullets of her own to dodge,
lives to save. In fact,
one of them may be her own.
~ jessica johnson 2014