Giorgio de Chirico

Hyena

Giorgio de Chirico

I want to take a baseball bat to the symbols of Giorgio de Chirico's world.

One molten pot
On a nowhere altar.
Whether they are snapping hyenas
Or warring titans
The glassware of the earth still trembles.
Pull down the cloak of stars
To make your papal robes
From a tantrum no one
Will forget.
After all,
It's your desert.