An Apology

You're so quiet;

sitting on the floor,

thinking through glass eyes.

Blind. Crashing. Twinkling.

Your peculiar smile dropped away,

a method for keeping horrible pains

and silence inside paper bags. 


Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. 

Method: This is a remixed poem composed only from column inches (I measured one inch of text and used only those words that formed a part of the column on that particular page) from chapter 3 of the novel. The chapter number was determined by chance that involved picking a chit from a bowl.  

Note: First published in The Gambler Mag, May 2016.