(for Ben Hatke)
He’s smiling, and he wears a jaunty cape.
The “S” there on his chest is shining bright.
He may be stronger than a giant ape—
But still the engine of his heart is light.
The lasers of his eyes, his soaring flight,
The never-ending battle: it’s a game
That he enjoys, in spite of kryptonite.
Call him a fool – but never say he’s lame.
Good cheer is what he’s striving to proclaim
As he saves lives. I say that Santa Claus
Has a more solemn air, a grayer aim.
If Supes has flaws, they’re clear and happy flaws.
And, when he laughs, the laughter isn’t canned.
Still, I’ll be careful when I shake his hand.