Coffee

Coffee

Cofee had a brain

which contained machinery

he knew it, felt it moving

like pitch through the veins

tangled throughout his big body

ragged waves of tidewater

seven nails bristled out

like quills of wrath,

his own red blood

turning to black.

 

Found poem, culled from pages 99, 140 and 141, of the novel Andersonville, by MacKinlay Kantor.  Originally published for National Poetry Month, on Found Poetry Review’s Pulitzer Remix Project.  Photo by NASA.