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The Last Ziggy Star Dust Show
(for David Bowie)
I watch him / bending time / young chameleon
wielding power / bowing bold / before mirrors
of change / a dancing hero / playing brave /
pointing his finger at suicide / his voice loud /
impatient dramatic / constrained inside ascending chords /
suddenly caught / he's breathing in / vulnerable now /
down to a whisper / emotion beginning to soften
the sound /still in sync with magician's hands /
(eternal the hands of the white-faced mime)
he's Peter Pan / defining the cracks in our existence
his fingers find a chink in the wall / to break through
blissfull / only to fall / back to the shadow of a black
cabaret / staring now / mocking the monster /
knowing that monster is himself / taunting logic /
spruiking magic / loving the image in the mirror /
his fallible friend for this fragment of time /
applying the glitter / the superficial gloss /
standing tall in red plastic platform boots /
dicussing death behind the door / stirring leaves
in cemeteries / hovering in shadows /
surveying tombs / consorting with aliens
and other beings / like poets and players
strut their stage / he gives himself over
to the pose and the play / the triumph
and the terror of this brief script /
in the spotlight / eyes straight ahead
arms reaching for heaven / a hero surviving
scoffing at life / raging at dying
Pamela Sidney 2004
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