The Tower

We were going to

Make a name for ourselves. We

Went up the tower

To say the word, and

Then BOOM! Thunderbolt.

We all got knocked out.

I sat up, and I couldn’t

Say the word. I looked around.

Jack was mumbling. Me?

“Mem.” Billy said “Gol.”

Only a syllable for

Us. We went back down.

Everything fallen.

We went our separate ways.

Scattered forever.

Lot’s Wife

Let’s call her Lottie.
She just watched her whole life in
Flames, Sheol on earth.

Her husband offered
Her daughters to be raped to
Appease wickedness.

Sole survivors of
Genocide, and she was left
Alive? Her? How was

She to live? Darkness,
No hint of a savior. She
Wisely turned to salt.

Railways

I got on a train.
I climbed to the top row and
Tried to find a place

To sleep. At last found
I a spot, on the advice
Of a mother and

Daughter. Quickly as
The train started to chug, I
Spilled from my seat to

The floor. This was not
A passenger train, but for
Livestock and cattle.

For years I had tried
To stand off from the herd, and
With them I would die.

German Angels

Walking, a young man
Told me about his strange quest
For the lost German

Angels. I replied
In the keine Deutsche I
Knew, and then was I

Met by his maiden
Sister, who wanted to thank
Me for my kindness

And also to bear
My children. I made plans to
See her the next day,

Conscious that I had
Forgotten to wear my ring.
When I came to the

Dinner, the maiden
And her sister were there, and both
Had young daughters. They

Now were vying with
Me to see for which I would
Become their new Dad.

Joker’s Logic

If you no longer
Wished to play this game, a text
Would have sufficed. “Hey,

Joe, I am picking
You up, back to Arkham.” You
Didn’t have to bust

Down the walls of my
Compound, interrogate my
Henchmen, brutalize

My poor sweet Harley,
That’s my job! Only joking.
I’d lose my head if

She wasn’t around.
Ha. I will admit that I
Crossed boundaries. It’s

In my nature. Did
I shoot Batgirl in the
Spine, strip her nude and

Sodomize her? Did
I torture Gordon with the
Photos of this crime?

You point the finger
At me, but I know you were
Eventually

Going to do the
Exact same thing, except with
Less panache. I just

Beat you to it, like
I beat old Jason to death.
Same thing, I know you

Thought about it, when
You watched the little jerk. I
See the pistol in

Your hand, and I fear
You’ll do something rash. Please let
Me speak, I am known

To be quite lucid
In times of stress. Batman does
Not kill, every kid

Knows that. So if you
Pull that trigger, the bullet
Goes both ways. Joker

Dies, but so does Bats,
And I’ve grown rather fond of
You, my dear Bruce Wayne.

Please believe I can
Reform; if I am redeemed,
There is hope for you.