The Burning of Paper
This Is It
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From and of Michael Jackson, as we near one year without him.

We will ask why you didn’t stay
But we know how we killed you
And not softly, but like this:
forgetting you even as we willed
a gulf to replenish with oil

You asked us what about the seas
And what about us?
You danced our biggest dreams
teaching whole generations
to moonwalk right through it

So that now
the pelicans are frozen
on this bleeding earth
and we beg thee:
Hold us, like the river Jordan
Come back and save us from ourselves

You, King in the way no one else
ever was will could ever be
You, King of hopes and
incredible feet and snapping of fingers
moving of body like magic and
supernovae before me

You then said to me
that you’re just another part of me
and I hoped and I prayed:
I will be faithful
I will walk when not able
And fight to the end.

You conceived us in a dream
of a world shining in grace:
You were never only human,
my King.

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