His LaboratoryIn an abandoned building
my brother and I
found a water closet
where he set up a dark room
I was only rarely
allowed to accompany him there
--to his secret place
where he went so many of the days he cut school
Hour after hour behind the black curtain
My brother, photographer of fire.
Here, demons were given free rein
A magic act,
With all its absurd and pathetic
and cruel aspects
The power here to bring up images
and just as quickly blacken them.
I saw him mutter and laugh
as he too came into better focus for a moment
behind the curtain, in red lights--a person alive,
vibrant with desire--before he darkened and fell back into the gloom again.
In that nihilistic laboratory,
the demigod laughed maniacally.
Poetry by Ashe
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Written on 2017-12-18 at 06:31
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