Erasure poem (source: Black Wings Has My Angel by Elliott Chaze, pp. 71 and 87):
Black wings
saw blood,
a long drawn-out thing,
suffered,
got very tired.
Black wings,
for God's sake,
a little heavy,
can stand anything but men,
after they've tried real things
and flopped at them,
say to themselves,
"What can I be that will
make everyone look at me?"
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