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Superman is Dead. An Introduction to in Mourning for Superman.

by

Mark Walt Meredith

In 1986, I walked into a comic shop and saw the last issue of SUPERMAN taped up on the wall. The issue was number 423. (Four hundred and twenty-three) On the cover, there was the last stand of the Daily Planet Building as a squad of Metallo cyborgs took over. Superman revealed to the world on TV that he's Mr. Kent, the mild mannered reporter. The Toyman and the Prankster also attacked. The Legion of Super-Heroes came from the future to say the last goodby to their inspiration.

The comic magazine SUPERMAN was cancelled, due to how nobody read SUPERMAN any more. All of America saw that last issue of SUPERMAN 423 in the store and thought with a collective sigh, "Aw, MaaaaannnnNnnnnNN ….!"! Nobody cared about the never-ending battle for justice.

… Is something I wrote for after I heard that Superman was going to die again in THE RETURN OF SUPERMAN film that Kevin Smith wrote just because Smith and film executives said so. The "Mr." Smith script's on the Internet of course! When they wrote a rewrite of the script and filmed it they called it SUPERMAN RETURNS and suddenly another one of my grown-up sister's friend is going around saying that Clark Kent Kal-El "Superman" dies in it just like what happened during STAR WARS EPISODE FIVE: THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK all over ...again! I wrote this on Editorial Page while being Editor at THE MADISON, WISCONSIN JOURNAL. Rated "K.G". because this should not be read aloud without a kid accompanying someone! Read and review this poem and don't forget to favorite me! Kent "El" belongs to D.C. enterprises company.

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"Eulogy from A SUPERMAN Fan"

by

Mark Meredith

Superman's last issue has come and gone.

As A comic book collector and a fan of Superman ... tell me...

... What am I to do with the rest of my life now?

Superman's comics are my life and now... without it... once you take that away from me I am a ramshackle thing of weak flesh of little solid substance to keep my form standing.

If you take away my Superman comic books, it would be as if you had plunged your hand into the flesh of my stomach through the gore and grasped my spine down at the base of my ribcage and tore my skeleton from out of my skin.

My hollow shambling form would collapse in on itself with no visible means of support to hold it up.

I have run faster than a speeding bullet beside this man.

I have stopped the mighty paths of powerful tempered steel locomotives with the help of this man.

I leave leaped tall buildings in a single bound with this man... this friend... my friend.

Whenever the fair weathered friends that would come and go in my life would turn on me and betray me... walk out of my life without so much as a backward glance or reason why...

... Superman comics would always be a part of my life month in and month out.

It had Fortress of Solitude, Phantom Zone projectors, a kryptonite vault made of lead, Super girls, Super baby …. .