Shy and peeking

through the cracks,

a spirit shivered white,

disturbed fleeting dust

fragile as new maple leaves,

the widow starts a-working

such warmth within the

vague spot of light which

fell from the open door,

bubbling ragged and

wispy wet poetry

from ribboned solitude

flight of frantic wings

around her shine

angel fancies,

blown up and away.

 

 

Previously published as part of Found Poetry Review’s “Pulitzer Remix Project.
Poem “found” across several pages of Andersonville, by MacKinlay Cantor.

 

 

Sour faced Mr.

water gate

gone to vote, rigged

                the entire burden

                         lazybones slapped

forget fact

                fiends in human form

forget

          America

children worshipped guns

he adored

stars

        brass

              his mother

Christmas.

 

Blackout poem from Page 642, Andersonville, by MacKinlay Kantor, 1955
Previously published on the Found Poetry Review’s Pulitzer Remix Project website, April 2013.