She is undone.
She has been unearthed and in this elaborate ritual allays her secret
To devoir and drag her down perilous through ambushed air
She edges with wary breath sideways into the still sultry earth
And at this gray precipice, emptied space glowed like heavens,
In the sweet memory of distant echoes, 2011
I am writing in the perspective of a poet/ artist. Specifically with Jen Bervin in mind. Bervin creates artists books with poems and drawn imagery. Bervin creates erasure poems utilizing text of other poets and novelists and omits words creating different associations and layers of meaning within the context of the work. I created my own erasure poem from Sylvia Plath poems.