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Published: Sat Jul 1 2006
Wosene Worke Kosrof, The Inventor V (detail), 2022, acrylic on linen. Courtesy of Sullivan Goss Gallery, Santa Barbara, California
The Red Tower

after de Chirico

They say I worship you
with my small light,
as if all light is hope.

I made a torch from driftwood
to circumambulate
the dark coil of the hall.
Meaning, to walk forever
in one’s own footsteps.

Look to my flame
held high in the black window.
Transfix upon
the mounting, matchless beauty
of its center. Consider
why fire is worshipped.

First sadist,
Father of ceremony.

It renders exquisite.
Then it destroys.

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