gravity takes ahold of his body and shadow

talons, pinning his shade by the nape

on a cold night, dim lit stretch of pavement

underneath a flickering street light

wings, carrying his body and stretching his shade

rising through the stratosphere

rubber banding under the pressure

as gravity takes him to the peak

talons, slipping, falling from gravity’s feet

he shot back to Earth

bulleting past his shade

slingshot to the pavement

pink mist hits and fades

daybreak brings the townsfolk chatter

morning buzz is the slimy pink crater

they’ll try to identify, sell him to a list

obey the gravity, obey

they won’t wait to call the tabloids

failing to notify the next of kin

for a cash-grab crash like that

and he had three little rugrats