by dm gillis

it was a democracy
until Batman showed up

who asked him anyway?

standing solitary on a rooftop
at midnight with the moon
as if we bid him play it tragic

you assume too much, Bruce Wayne
you Gucci fascist
you give us men a bad name
maybe our town likes its crime—with a zesty vinaigrette and
served to us on newsprint
and maybe we like our villains just fine
thank you very much