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"A Volcano"
(Bartolome de Las Casas, Inferno de Marsaya, 1536)

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Above the white-hot core the pure sky burns,
a cloud-range backlit in sulfur and gold.
What truth endures beneath the flaming stream?

In seething ships the Africans come in streams
like Christ to take the place of those who burn—
the flayed, native skin that is the conqueror's gold

the priest hoped to save, for love of God not gold,
though blood runs through time like a molten stream.
He watches from his perch the earth's offing burn

gold, black, and red. This world's the burning stream.

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Chair of the Department of Writing, Literature, and Publishing at Emerson College, Daniel Tobin is the author of three books of poems: Where the World Is Made, Double Life, and The Narrows.
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