Keith Haring. St. Sebastian, 1984. Acrylic on canvas, 152,4 x 152,4 cm. © The
Keith Haring Foundation

Rasmus Røhling


August 28 – September 24, 2020


What do they know about suffering, the new missionaries—
but they are never wrong—even now,
the American pierced by arrows, supine & leaking
zeal in the nylon web of martyrdom. Three times
he would not deny them his disease. He demanded
the blessing of temptation. No cathedral
but a megachurch for flies, its buttresses of youtube
& ribs, the grommets cedared with allusions.
There I saw the glory of patagonia
fermenting on the beach, his smiling body stark
among the desiccated refugees in their overflowing rafts
who did not want god correctly. The helicopter passes
a small picture of progress & her long edge
pushing the world in two. A couple thumps & beats,
the thin blood choking a prayer from the flesh—
this was John Chau’s witness.

– Travis Diehl