I know who’s taking out the trash!

The black cape
shades the litter-
a decaying metropolis.

Shadows creep along
alleyway haunts
on the wisps
of rotting corpses.

On the whisper trails
murmurs tread cautiously
through the echoes

“I am Batman.”

A hiss permeates the air
treasures looted,
a trash can lid closes,
a shriek in question
on the passing
of the blurred crusade.