Write your own erasure/blackout poem.
Use a page from a favorite book.
Feel free to maintain the whitespace of the original text…

Write your own erasure/blackout poem.
Use a page from a favorite book.
Feel free to maintain the whitespace of the original text…

My father died six weeks ago.
The man was barely past his prime…
Ninety-eight years his lifespan though—
It seems a longer/shorter time.
So where did he go, that skeptic ghost
Who mocked at God until the end?
And, in that place, does he still boast,
His atheism to defend?
I loved that man, but Christ the Lord
Maintains a narrow entrance list.
The One whose doctrines he abhorred
By now has welcomed— or dismissed.


Antiochus, he took my life
And poured my blood upon their scrolls,
Unleashing Maccabean strife.
Antiochus, he took my life;
He grabbed my snout and stuck his knife.
I did not die to save their souls—
Antiochus, he took my life
And poured my blood upon their scrolls.
He met his end on Persian soil:
Epiphanes, mad Seleucid.
My blood was not exchanged for oil
He met his end on Persian soil:
Invading armies’ plans to spoil.
He wasn’t known for being lucid—
He met his end on Persian soil:
Epiphanes, mad Seleucid . . .