O Superman of Broadway,
capeless, your superpowered scrunch,
the suit-sweat, the billions, no trillions of footprints
past now inhabitants of the grit on your once-blue
belly, O the longest miles in the almost
decade of concrete delivering the pain
your joints tell in the cooperative
story, O the way body and mind, coupled machine,
witness ruin, skin to the bone through
blood, concept as viscera lite, O homemade heroism
both false and true, O metaphor man, O vehicle