ERASURE
waters
of annihilation
the body
a sheet of glass
turns to wax hardens
to tallow
the sheath of a knife
the inevitable
catastrope
across leagues of snow and desert
those great wars
this monster
the body
On Illness, Virginia Woolf
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Nice find!!!!
Wow really love the ending.
The poem is amazing and I love it’s composition on the page. I love the fullness of its bloom! Great job!
Awesome! I especially love this:
“the body
a sheet of glass
turns to wax hardens
to tallow “
Oooh, I love everything about this!
This is a hard art form, but you have done beautifully! Love when the poem reflects the source.
Nice!
love:
the body
a sheet of glass
turns to wax hardens
to tallow
I’m obsessed with erasure poetry! So well-executed here!