(for Ben Hatke)
With a word, he could throw off all the weight
That’s settled on his shoulders through the years—
And be the kind of body villains hate
And have the strength that malefaction fears.
Just think: the tortured oldster disappears
The moment that he manages Shazam!
He is charged with the cheering of the spheres.
The little boy within him thinks: Hot damn!
But he stays strong – and isn’t on the lam
From what his nature says he has to be.
I am, he says with Popeye, what I am!
Senescence doesn’t mean senility.
It is his heroism that has freed him.
He’ll only say the word when others need him.