Disclaimer: Still not mine yet, but I'm trying.
Author's Note: I haven't written poetry in a while, but this really was just meant as a silly snippet. Hopefully it'll be fun. :-)
Ode to the Unconscious Guard
Through asylum halls I wander
And the floors are full of bodies
Which ought to be terribly sad
(And at first it was—
poor, ill-equipped civilians)
But there comes a time when even
Batman becomes exasperated
With hundreds of armed
Dead guards
*
For god's sake!
There are less of them
Untrained, uncoordinated, unfit
(For all their enthusiasm
inmates are not great fighters)
Why is it that every form
Shows up on night vision
Deceased?
*
The sole exception
(Rebel lungs breathing
in/out)
Was anonymous.
Maybe Lyle or Lucas
Or Lou
Slumped on Penitentiary floor
Like a good little corpse
But he made me
Smile
