googley-eyes (india ink and watercolor on illustration board)

an enemy of one 

an enemy of all is

lex luthor

sitting in the cabin

held his ear

he'd been shot

earlier in the day

her words 

kept working their

way into it

words like 'canister'

and 'fingerling'

he didn't want 

those words

in there

bleeding and dying

he'd lose everything

and looked forward

to that time

sort of