In Imitation Of Michael Jackson

Just saw I him In the photograph And statrted I dancing, Hearing his name, Michael Jackson, Seeing his image Hanging on the wall, Such had been the magic of his name And his rhythm of dance and music. With the cap overhead And the goggles on the eyes And a handkerchief tied around the neck, I going, Going and going, Coming not, A dancer in motion And emotion. Dancing on the ways And going, Waving at and kissing from far, Making the people dance And going, Breaking the body Like a gymnast, My bust, my torso Cut off, hanging onto And adding to again naturally, Appearing to be so. The earth behind the legs slipping, Michael Jackson dancing, The boots swerving and slipping And getting balanced, The dance is as such, Making the dead stand on feet, Jackson is Jackson, Michael Jackson, Hats off to him, Salute you, Michael Jackson.