A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Words are blacked out in maroon marker. Flowers are drawn in various places on the page, and grass is drawn beneath the poem. On the top edge of the page is a gray sky.

By anonymous

The broken purity
of that child
will go
FAR
Her old white hair
mourning her
heart of sorrow of love.
mother,
you need not mourn
The Lord dead,