Superman stood on the highest building
In Metropolis, and looked down Like God
Upon the ink-lined streets of his comic book world
and listened with his super hearing
For the cries of help below
Two million voices calling
come down, come down
Like a great red streak
out of blue sky
And save us
But he was not God
And even he has limits
And even he was infinitesimal
In the unfettered emptiness of space
In the shining spiral seas of light
A vision only he had seen
He among all the citizens of earth
Before the vast unending sea of dark
Even he stood silent and alone
And so paralyzed with indecision
He listened to them all like God
And tried to decide which one to save
Because underneath his cape
He was just a mild-mannered reporter.
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