We Can be Heroes

Ziggy fell to Earth to pose a narrative of his own creation,

“I will be King” of the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame.

A Brixton born cut-up lyricist,

Escaped the vapidity of a suburban wasteland,

And the provincial disease of insipid censure,

With a light speed avant-garde aspiration,

The thin white Yamamoto duke,

Pushed the limits to emerge from fey folkdom,

A Sound & Vision icon.

Alien accentuations accompanied Ronson’s riffs,

As the spiders led us to Mars’ aural soundscape,

Shapeshifting sylphlike particles shone their luminosity abound.

Bowie’s celestial being radiated a magnetic wavelength,

Lighting the way for fellow aspirants.

Here on Earth we mourn the loss of our hero,

But Bowie’s legacy proliferates the ether.

Watch the skies for the reposed Starman.