A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. An image of a colorful piece of fabric takes up the center of the page, with spaces cut out for words. The rest of the page is dominated by colored stripes: pink, green, orange, and blue.A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Black swirls on a white background travel down the middle of the page, with spaces cut out for the words. The background is criss-crossed by lines in black, pink, and purple.

By anonymous

The song is
teaching
theft
to the lover,
The actress
no man understands
her jagged power
no theory of
love spasms
which never invites

nothing merges
Toward touch.
to tell
is to leave
My tongue ineffectual
It is not what you anticipated,
The earth is just
as real as
no proof
the phrases
did not echo
you
told.