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This poem is taken from PN Review 234, Volume 43 Number 4, March - April 2017.

Two Poems Rowland Bagnall
In the Funhouse

In Superman: the Movie (1978), Superman turns back time
by flying backwards round the globe. We see a rockslide
happen in reverse as Lois Lane emerges from the sinkhole
she’s been crushed to death in, meaning that she never died
at all. In the Funhouse, a mirror shows me stretched, my head
caved in, the sole survivor of some hilarious near-fatal collision.

Halfway down an artificial indoor beach (running along a back
wall painted with what looked suspiciously like the Normandy
landings: upturned bodies on the sand, bits of bodies in the sea,
the constant sound of waves and cartoon screaming and explosions
coming from a speaker hidden somewhere in the ceiling) I wondered
if my limbs had returned to normal. The floor began to move in

circles at different speeds. The walls pressed slowly in around me.  
Next door, a neon light shone on a plastic Christopher Reeve.
I made my hand into a fist and thrust it out in front of me which
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