“In painting
he was sincere”
(Quack)
I was skillful
in the supreme madness
that accosted me
Impossible!
Fools are
insufferably
nothing,
possessed of black silk drawing
The bells jingled
It is nothing.
I shall not die
of proper caution
Azure fangs imbedded
seize the drops of moisture
fierce
I broke.
© Jilly’s All Rights Reserved
Taken from A Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allen Poe
Posted for dVerse where we are writing erasure or black-out poetry.
