Sunday, January 29, 2012

The Man Of Steel

Man of Steel installs himself two feet
from me
at the bar,
resting his rusted joints.
The years have been hard on his
Steel bones.

He has a wife who is not made
of metal;
she is the ambiance of
a fresh bloom
a spring afternoon
and poofs her hair in the morning.

He wears a charm around his neck,
a talisman,
because a man of
gird cannot
move on his own -
steel is heavy!

A potion of spirits
must surely add to the corrosion in
his joints but it seems
to soften his supportive structure.

All the people,
all the people,
all the people want to know him.
A man buys him another drink;
the bartender leans
over the counter
to reveal her
gourmet mammals.

All shriek and snort around in
merriment and mirth.
Oh, what a great invention by
The Man of Steel! He almost sucked me
in to his illusion, but then I
saw his bandaged elbow dribble
when he bent the glass
to his cheek.

Men of Steel can do many things
but Men of Steel
do not leak!


  1. Dear Maggie Mae,
    You have drawn a fine sketch here of a man of steel who is flawed. And you saw and recognized that. Few words and yet you've captured this type of man. Congratulations.

    And thank you for coming to my blog and commenting.


  2. The men of steel you characterize here are usually the quickest to crumble under pressure. I'd rather be resilient.