Perpetuated

No one looks like a villain once dead. 

There is no threat in a lifeless body,

In screaming mothers and weeping daughters. 

Once exposed, his blood is no longer poison.

She was born in the radiation era, 
A veil of marble covers her eyes,

Her lids webbed in waves: 

They were stitched too tight

to permit the penetration 

of the perpetrator.

when a star dies, it is a violent explosion.

it can emitt more light than an entire solar system.

and while it pulses with hot gas and blue light,

it slowly dims. until its remnants are scattered