Superman
Dressed like a Superman, he stands
motionless, the mime with his half
closed eyes, and observes the passing
adults, kids, when suddenly as if
waking from his lethargic stand
he moves his hands with gusto
mimicking the movement of the man
of steel without any word the mime’s
colored lips move as if calling for
his Lois to come to him when
people stopped to see what might
followed by the man who resembled
superman, and if he wasn’t the
man of steel who could he be
when he forgot what an Übermensch
could do, he never understood that
he too, he too alone, could change
the world into a better place by
just mimicking someone he wasn’t
Manolis Aligizakis 