Superman

When I was a child, I feared god

I praised him

Sometimes I cried

I talked to him and asked

Whether he was there

Or where I would be

When I was a teenager I killed it

Crushed it under layers of silence

And regret

And restraints

And commitment to nothing but

The hope

The vain hope

Now that I am an adult I am thinking

Maybe I shouldn’t have killed the fucker

Maybe I’ll meet it

And then

I don’t want it to look at me

And realize that I’d been as cruel

As it was to us