A Plurality Of Worlds
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Leo Yankevich
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Intensities of pain—
of those once persecuted
and those once executed.
The scientific gain
belongs to us, but who knows
of Giordano Bruno’s
suffering on the square,
tongue-tied on cobble stone,
as he met fire alone?
Around him everywhere:
wine spilt amid the jeering,
grimaces and cheering,
squeals from a paederast,
smiles from thieving hawkers,
bishops, whores, and gawkers.
—“Into the Tiber, cast
his ashes! ” —could be heard,
“for every wicked word.”
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