
Found objects fascinate me.
Three smooth, long and narrow stones
shaped like lady finger cookies.
Then I came upon the fish remains.
From the belly of the beast, out slid a colony
of wriggling and squiggly maggots.
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Some other examples of blackout poetry:
Nothing More Pleasing to My Eyes
The Shadow Moved Across the Cemetery
The Snow Keeps Coming Down
No One Else Can Ever Know