Out of

the cosmic hangover

the Smithsonian leaves

came her

last thought and

a coda for her day:

Over this odd world,

this half the world

that’s dark now,

I have to hunt a thing

that lives on tears.

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The idea behind a found poem is to take a paragraph from a book, and break it down into lines that form a poem. I borrowed this one from Thomas Harris’s The Silence of the Lambs. I’ve been writing these with scenes from horror novels that don’t make it into their movie counterparts, and this time I’ve used an internal thought by the book’s protagonist, Clarice Starling