Our Wonderful Brown-Skin Man
Marc Bolan
Blue ocean eyes, black panther thighs
Wonderful brown man, nose like a seahawk
Musing the sea in harmony
With the sky and the wine sun that owns you
Buffalo's dead but they groan in my head
Twitching my hair with the dance of their good feet
A ghostly Shawnee fed me honey
Anil washed me with oils from Narnia
Some cloudy heart blood, wept in the mud
Near the corpse of our splendid friend hero
His tattered head bent like a willow-tree tent
And his ebony surf eyes leaked water