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...CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TWO SONNETS: 2 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |