Death Of Their Realities Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Where are they?
All of them are late.

'We left them arguing,
With the psychiatrists! '

About what?

'They insist upon a cure.
Demanding it!
They've been conditioned to believe,
Anything is possible! '

But they are going to miss the funeral.
And soon we will leave for the burial ceremony.

'They are in denial.
Not one of them will listen.
They have refused to put down their weapons.
And hold the psychiatrists and everyone in the building,
As hostages!
The Chief of police has already declared the area as 'toxic'!
And even he is at a loss.
This has never been encountered before.
He now regrets his being the grand marshall,
At the last parade when he appeared as The Wizard of Oz.'

It is unfortunate they can not accept,
The death of their realities.

'Yeah...
This looks as if it will be a very long standoff.
They request an appearance of Superman,
Since many of them say they have proof...
They are citizens visiting from Gotham City.'