The Batman Poem by Denis Martindale

Transformed from just a baby boy, into a mighty man,
A man so rich he could employ the tools to serve his plan,
That's how, in secret, came to be the Batman that we know,
As if this proved his destiny, to stay and not to go.

For when a city starts to die, corruption's everywhere,
And wise men leave it with a sigh and say that life's unfair!
Why stick around and patch up things? Why dawdle in dismay?
Yet Batman stayed. Bat-suit, bat-wings. To fight death and decay.

Yet Wayne's world wasn't pristine clean, deserving of acclaim,
For even good guys can turn mean and taint the family name.
That's why the Batman chose to stay, to fight for what proved right,
While villains chose the lesser way, with no good deed in sight!

Blind as a bat! The Batman was! Yet now dark truths must see!
As if he wore a heavy cross amid uncertainty.
So time would tell, just how he fared, despite the crimes around,
While those that wept remained despaired, scared witless at each sound!

For fear was felt the city-wide, men wondered, who'd be next?
Could Batman somehow turn the tide or would he stay perplexed?
For riddles come, when madmen seek to challenge high and low.
As battles rage, they prove unique, some hand-fought, blow-by-blow!

The tragedies, of course, unfold, like greeting cards of death!
Yet who turns out as good as gold before their final breath?
The Batman cannot save them all! He's just a costumed man!
He's not some flying miracle, with everyone a fan!

He's not some goodie-two-shoes guy! His vengeance proves that's true!
So what's he up to? Tell us why! Tell us! What he will do?
A legend soon, for years to come? Or legend locked in jail?
These are the questions asked by some! The riddles that prevail!


Denis Martindale. September 2020.