Super

This is an iambic verse I'm working on for Jonah. I'd like to finesse it into a sonnet, but it's not cooperating so far.


Super

He plastered mud between his blackened hands.
It plied his candied cheeks and masked his face,
the superhero-villain, steel and grace
in jersey blanket cape and underpants.
"I be mean!" he roared,
as teeming legions crumpled,
conquered by his plastic sword.



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