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Published: Wed Oct 15 1975
Wosene Worke Kosrof, The Inventor V (detail), 2022, acrylic on linen. Courtesy of Sullivan Goss Gallery, Santa Barbara, California

Behind the broom-scrape of fir

You’re gone. Just like that.

If I were to close
These scissors

In the empty air
Over my head

Every silkworm in the Orient
Would drop,
Severed from its thread

Onto that
Smouldering pyre
Your anger
Has piled from my bones.

See what's inside AGNI 4

Thomas Johnson has a chapbook, _Footholds _(Ironwood Press), and a full-length book, _Homing Signals _(Stone-Marrow Press). (1975)

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