Hyperanthropus et Mater Sua
Superman and his mom were on my flight.
He himself was in toddler-sized disguise–
but, friends, there is a higher kind of sight
than that which passes only through the eyes.
I saw therewith the engines in the thighs
and shoulders, solar-powered yet powerful
beyond the power of mankind’s feeble tries.
I saw the diamond hardness of the skull.
Yes, I refused to be convention’s gull.
I looked a second time. I saw anew
the bright red glow that blinking could not dull
behind those irises — and took the cue.
Superman and his mom were there that day.
He took a step. I got out of his way.