Cofee had a brain
which contained machinery
he knew it, felt it moving
like pitch through the veins
tangled throughout his big body
ragged waves of tidewater
seven nails bristled out
like quills of wrath,
his own red blood
turning to black.
Found poem, culled from pages 99, 140 and 141, of the novel Andersonville, by MacKinlay Kantor. Originally published for National Poetry Month, on Found Poetry Review’s Pulitzer Remix Project. Photo by NASA.
Catherine Seitz Nichols 