A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Triangles are cutout of the right side and bottom of the page. Some words are highlighted in pink. In the bottom right corner, a hand points to the poem.

By K. Keidel

AH POVERTIES, WINCINGS, AND SULKY RETREATS

AH foes have overcome me,
degradations,
dissatisfied friendships, and the sharpest
toil of choked articulations,
shallow the shallowest
broken resolution
yet
all
THOUGHTS
Of a calm and
pale face
stand helpless and exposed,
mumbling and screaming
and true

(Words highlighted:
foes and friends toil yet all stand screaming true)