Michael

as you have feigned death

you idle in pop valhalla and watch as they pay tribute,

by the glow of your own reflection.

for your empathy and sensitivity.

for your insecurities--reminders

of what the world constructed of you--

the self aware child of radiated screens

flash bulbs and amplifiers

you were loved.

you are loved.

born human, dead icon.

the body, once plagued,

now symbol and metaphor

as demigods are made