Welcome to the age of consequences
Bronze hands extend gripping at her neck
With an unceremonious “Swik!”
A barely notable red sound effect
We have gazed upon the fruit
So Schrodinger keep me strong
I turned towards Eurydice
And she promised the knowledge of right and wrong.
Every laugh will claim it’s the last
Every death in the family will claim it’s the first
Mourn the plastic reset button,
That Joker Jelly encrusted ship is burnt
When all the girls are women
When all the patriots, nomads
When straps line your shoulders
That weight’s going to snap your back
I will bless those who bless you
You’ll lose the people you don’t save
I will curse those who curse you
And we'll see if you're really so brave.
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Author:
Aislinn Wilson (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm really fascinated by the transition between Silver Age and Bronze Age comics being defined by the introduction of consequences. Not all, but some who do define this as the distinction will traditionally cite the death of Gwen Stacy as the first or most significant shift in that direction. I hoped to incorporate some 70s - 90s comic imagery as I consider it American mythology, and pair it alongside Christian and Hellenistic mythology as well as some personal experiences with consequences. This wasn't intended to be a rhyming or even ordered poem, but it did end up that way, which I'm still not sure if I like. I'd appreciate comments, encouragement, and criticism.
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Comments1
Hi Aislinn,
A vivid, interesting poem.
Great stuff.
Keep writing
FineB
Thank you FineB
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