Thursday, 22 July 2010

Star #4

His pink and blood flecked face stares out,

From the scarred asphalt paving slabs.

A thousand footsteps press about,

Hammering his eternal scabs.

Flashes pelt his gold-embossed name,

A famous body never seen,

Broken and crushed, looking the same,

A Hollywood grave for James Dean.

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