A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Words of the poem are crossed out with whiteout. Pieces of the paper are ripped to reveal black and white photos of body parts.By anonymous

Drum-Taps

FIRSTS
First
Lightly strike the pride and joy
she unawaiting
she my own
truer than soft drum-taps
my city Sleepless
her her her
suddenly dead
with clinch’d hand
Till daybreak