A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. The page is covered with an image of some kind of large box deep underwater, either being raised or lowered. There are scuba divers approaching it. Spaces are cut out for the words of the poem, and designs are painted on it in light purple.

By Millie Howard

DEAD,
the dead
sauntering
unclaim’d,
her body alone,
I notice not,
That immortal house ever
alone!
Dead house of love
of life, laughing ah
ha har ha,