The super ball is a comet rips through passive air. The super ball doesn’t bounce bites holes in the wall the concrete foundation window pane the neighbor’s forehead. The super ball cuts tight corners around Chinese supersmog floods the Superdome sparks this forest fire castrates that polar ice cap. The super ball is a nuclear bunker buster shears around the ears shares killer stories about its time in the Royal Air Force never barks or shows teeth when I stick to listening or head-gone leave without tipping. The super ball is grey not gray a dumb way for a poet to describe anything of such magnitude by its lack-of-color which some people cannot see or ignore or paint over with all the gravity of a man crushed undone turned inside out by a falling anvil.