popsadie
Acrobat
Reflection upon a portrait of Bono circa 1986.
Who is this man with twin mirrors
reflecting the African sky
Eyes like the Jordan River?
He stares a lens into submission
blinding me with the glare
Nestling a rosary on his bare breast
He runs to and from the god of rock n roll
remembering the slain disciples at his altar
Grasping instead at a bright light, so hot so pure.
As the white and the black
The freckles and burnt toast skin
Collide in a glance, a cross.
Who is this man with twin mirrors
reflecting the African sky
Eyes like the Jordan River?
He stares a lens into submission
blinding me with the glare
Nestling a rosary on his bare breast
He runs to and from the god of rock n roll
remembering the slain disciples at his altar
Grasping instead at a bright light, so hot so pure.
As the white and the black
The freckles and burnt toast skin
Collide in a glance, a cross.
