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...MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |