On TV in a Bangkok shop window, Michael Jackson is a video rose centering a ruffled nosegay of Thai silk frocks. He shifts like the illusion of black and white tiles I changed as a child - black on white to white on black - from ghoul to lover and back while fantasy battalions of fiends sprout from manholes and graves. America's undead armies dance again in Bangkok following the snake-hip slither of the dark General and his incandescent eyes. In their school uniforms a crowd of brown young faces solemnly watch this one brown face, a manufacture made uniform by stardom. I contemplate my white against this background and his dark cross in America as he shifts from fiend to lover and back. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICE OF THE BANJO by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET ON SITTING DOWN TO READ KING LEAR ONCE AGAIN by JOHN KEATS THE DYING WORDS OF STONEWALL JACKSON by SIDNEY LANIER SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: AUTUMN by THOMAS NASHE AN ELEGY: TO AN OLD BEAUTY by THOMAS PARNELL A REASONABLE AFFLICTION (1) by MATTHEW PRIOR |