They begin to congregate one by one. They stand outside the United Nations building, the flags arrayed at half-mast. They are the avatars of the planet. They arrive solitary in their loss. They arrive looking out at the ocean I am to cross come three months time to get back to someplace I have never been. Flash is the first to arrive. He is zipping through Manhattan in an accelerated pulse, a scarlet blur skidding the a labyrinth of Chrome trees conversing with an enervated Booster Gold. Aquaman is pulling himself out of the lid of the Ocean. Joining a battered Booster Gold and Flash. Bat Man arrives swinging from a self-propelled glen, talking about odds as if palying chess, stating that Superman knew the odds, stoically chanting that when Death arrives all you can do is use that death, talking to Robin in koans. Boy wonder looks up, An emerald plume is levitating overhead idling near a man attired in a hawk outfit. There are others who arrive. Nightwing, Starfire. Green Arrow. Wonder woman wearing panties and boots, her lariat of truth dangling from her waist.
.
The entire Justice League is bruised.
They are wearing relics to remember the man of
steel.
They are mourning.
This league of Justice.
They have nowhere to go. They wear black armbands. They
talk about memories.
Mostly they don’t talk at all
Ice creates a memorial.
Like the snapping of spring it melts all too
soon.
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