Iconic [Free Verse]

Bruce Lee statue by Cao Chong-En located on the Avenue of Stars, Tsim Sha Tsui East, Kowloon, Hong Kong.
Everyone gets to be a person,
Few become icons:

What is it to have a lasting
image more well-known
than one's work?

Che Guevara, Bruce Lee,
Heath Ledger's Joker --

Images you can find on
back-alley walls from Lagos
to Prague to Kochi
to Seoul to Santiago
and back again.

Seen day-after-day by people
who never saw Enter the Dragon
or read of the Cuban Revolution,
or saw Nolan's Batman Trilogy,
but they know the faces.

They have thoughts about them
-- and, sometimes, strong feelings --
just like so many people have
thoughts about Alexander the Great
based solely on his name
and a rough impression of history.

What must this be...
blessing or curse ...
if icons had some way to care?

Saint Chaos [Senryū]

Kathmandu backstreet:
 at alley's end, grins Joker --
  global chaos face.

POEM: Joker, or: Disruptive Forces

Among the brick rubble, down a side street from the temples encased in spiky, cuboid scaffolds, next to a bulging wall bolstered by beams knocked in at a slant, someone painted this graffiti of Heath Ledger’s Joker.

I stare at the maniacal face and can’t help but wonder whether someone painted it in the seven years between Ledger’s portrayal and the 2015 earthquake that broke Bhaktapur, or whether it’s a commentary on disruptive forces.