my superpower

I can look you dead in the face

laser-blast your pain away.

Hide yourself in outer-space,

I’ll come fishing for my prey.

Hide yourself in plain sight,

I’ll blow-up the dynamite.

Cut-out cardboard of your hight

Will replace the burial site.

Near or far, we flock together,

Superheroes – they might say.

But on very stormy weather,

I will slay the clouds abay.