Miracle on the White House Roof

August 5, 2025

Kal-El a refugee? That’s a sucker’s deep-state fable.
He’s the leading edge of thousands of Kryptonian invaders.
But look, up in the sky! – a man who’s brilliant and stable
Stands above the paved Rose Garden, holding all his legal papers.

In Metropolis USA, our homeland übermenschen
Detain the alien in tights for enhanced interrogation.
And the people shout in rapture, for this was prophesied:
Stick your arms out, Mr. President! We want to see you fly!



Click here to read David P. Miller on the origin of the poem.

Image: Carol M. Highsmith’s America, Library of Congress, Prints and Photographs Division.

David P. Miller:

Lots of folks seem able to write poems that are surgically wonderful, or at least interesting, in quick response to current events. I haven’t been one of those poets, for the most part. I have to let events sink in, concerned about saying only what many readers would already know. Not exactly a poetic “first responder.” But in August 2025, POTUS 47 was suddenly discovered wandering the roof – after erasing the Rose Garden (a flat white wasteland) and before savaging the East Wing (like rubble after a drone attack) – just when MAGA was losing its mind over the idea of Superman as refugee. The wrong Superman for the right wing – especially one in tights. A big-man-mashup was irresistible. It made for a quick draft of a poem in a popular mode: rhyming, metrical – and each line starts with a majuscule. A pair of quatrains you could memorize to recite at elegant dinners. Why not? The final line could be a cry of adoration or a dare.

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