This post is a poem in response to an English assignment. Students wrote a poem imitating the one studied in class.
By Shyann Burch (inspired by “Emily Dickinson and Elvis Presley in Heaven” by Hans Ostrom)
She calls him Brucie, finally caught
up on the identity of the famed Dark Knight.
He calls her Harls, and is constantly amused
with all of her tomfoolery even here.
In heaven Bruce no longer has to mask
himself with his cape and cowl. He now wears his true identity
and emphasizes it with a simple shirt and pants.
No more hiding now that the work is done.
Harley went through many changes
through the years. She dons her classic
black and red slim jumpsuit, carrying her hammer.
She gets up to her best antics in this outfit.
Bruce and Harley take walks in Heaven talking
of old times, of old battles. She begs for his secrets
to escaping Puddin’s traps. Which he gracefully
slips out of and distracts her.
Harley, up to her timeless tricks, teaches
him a new way to think,
teaches him how to let loose and be free
He plays along and enjoys the unlikely friendship.
Bruce explains how to be honest and fair.
He calms her when she yearns for the Joker.
He puts up with her crazy mood swings.
She comes to enjoy their unlikely friendship.
They know why God make them
roommates. It’s because Gotham was their home;
its because they had a lot to share;
its because they have a lot to learn and laugh with each other.