First prize winner of the 3rd Annual Geist Erasure Poetry Contest.
War’s a cut up killing for to break us a time to line up quiet people are just quiet get your soup, Indian, and— go mad. Some see me. Some do. Blankets and boxes and bags of bitter money sending us to slavery on streets across the City. And the family on the ground wind cold, sun shining, a man’s daughter singing her thin goodbye; maybe her son he gone too a branch in bloom— torn.
Erasure poetry begins with removing letters and words from an existing text in order to create a new stand-alone piece that provides new meaning to the original passage. For the 3rd Annual Geist Erasure Poetry Contest, we posted an excerpt from a prose poem, Cottonopolis, by Rachel Lebowitz.