A blackout poem made from a page of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Words are blacked out in blue and the remaining words are highlighted in yellow. Excerpts about the war in Ukraine and words translated from Ukrainian frame the poem. The word "hold" in the translations is highlighted. There is a red fingerprint in the bottom left corner.

By Sara London. Serhiy Zhadan excerpts from lithub.com. Word translations from Google Translate.

ukraine
breathing like us
ALONE
alone
old mother singing her husky song
I think of the clef of the future.
planets,
forms,
souls,
ever so gaseous,
nations,
barbarisms,
This vast hold