“Slowly—in the corner—/Magnificence glanced the wonder colossal in his mind.” An erasure poem.
Hidden Treasures
Slowly—in the corner—
Magnificence glanced the wonder colossal in his mind.
The riches he had brought began To become a local legend.
It was an account of the folk.
And if that was not enough to marvel at, The dead glowing eyes—Focused now on the first bald statement—Would have proudly bought inexhaustible wealth …
… hidden delicately …