Poem Written On an Airline

Shit just got real for Johnny Depp
in the film where

the chateau in the forest is burning in the night
and there are villagers struggling
with water buckets of rough timber
Seen from a high angle,
their faces are blotted by shadows from the supple blaze

The fire dances a seductive imitation
of Johnny's wispy bangs
wrested from his short pony tail,
playing about his unquestionably grave face

His thin mustache juts down like a second frown

He has just jogged up into the scene
from an unknown place,
and watches the peasants clamor - his eyes glitter
within his cheekbones like a fine earthen dish holding
crisp, purple grapes