Blackout (Erasure) Poetry
Everyone is quiet in the tree
dull flesh and a cry in the open doorway
here man tries to see dust
he lifts his hand
his feet red horizons
Jaundré M. van Breda © 2018
This is known as Blackout poetry or Erasure. It's an art in itself which I only recently took up.
The original text appears in Synapse by Antjie Krog.
More info on Erasure poetry can be found in the link below:
https://www.google.co.za/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erasure_(artform)&ved=2ahUKEwj7pIH2_NfZAhWOasAKHcq2CHIQFjASegQIAxAB&usg=AOvVaw1DW11lnKeOAgAwI6b_MKrG
