Showing posts with label The Evil That Lurks in the Hearts of Men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Evil That Lurks in the Hearts of Men. Show all posts

Monday, September 4, 2017

ROOMER



One thing that surprised my father’s ghost
When he rented rooms in Kamianka Strumilowa
Was to find  The Shadow as a fellow boarder.
Every morning, he’d see The Shadow leave
For his job of knowing what evil lurked
In the hearts of men. (This was before
The Shadow fought crime; in those days
He contented himself with knowing.)
Quite late at night, my father
Might glimpse him coming home to eat
Small servings of unappealing leftovers.
Some weeks there was a shortage of evil
And The Shadow’s rent would be late.
Others, there was so much evil that my father
Would be sent off with a piece of chalk
To mark evil for The Shadow to know
Once he had a few spare minutes again.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

WHO KNOWS



The Shadow made a list when he was nine
Of things he wanted to know as did his friend
The Evil That Lurks in the Hearts of Men.
First on his list was the Latin names
Of all the trees and plants in Galicia.
(The Evil That Lurks wanted most to know
How to tie a clove hitch one-handed.) Later,
When the Mutual Broadcasting System
Had decided they would promote The Shadow
To cultural archetype he suggested
That the narrator might suitably intone
“Who knows the Latin names of Polish trees?”
Though Margo Lane explained to him
He never really understood why Blue Coal
(“Let The Shadow and Blue Coal Protect Your Home!”
Rejected the idea so adamantly.