A/N: Clark Kent in the cornfield, written for the 100 Poems Challenge at the Poetry Craze Forum.
001. Pilot; In the Field
The burn
raced through Clark's veins
as hot green hands
grasped his neck,
sizzling.
Stripped of enamel,
a newborn hung
in the cornfield,
helpless,
unable to as much as bite
without breaking his newly fragile teeth,
vulnerability aching under the stars.