An erasure poem. (Ports of the Sun by Eleanor Early, page 31.)

His lady is dark,

Tired of life—

A silhouette

Whose father

Is gentle

And tells stories about

The wandered.

An erasure poem. (Ports of the Sun by Eleanor Early, page 35.)

The graves // are a tangle of

Rust and tattered leaves.

There are a gay guests.

"Your Health."

"My Health."

Sounds something like

Possession.

They abandon the place.

The first to die // in horrible agony

Was too much for the rest,

And they // were rather worried.

"You see," he said, "we know what an invasion is like."

An erasure poem. (Ports of the Sun by Eleanor Early, page 33.)

I do not think much of // people.

When I liked some // people // my

Lonely heart fell into the hands of // men

Who were // brown as gingerbread.

They eat people—

Swallow // in a single gulp.

An erasure poem. (Ports of the Sun by Eleanor Early, page 23.)

A while after he embezzled

Several girls

He was thinking of

Her

Because

She talked of

Erotic love.

Ugliness worshipped

by pumpkin light

green eyes wicked of

dark hands in night

Adored departed

walk among us

this single 

hallowed eve.

We shall leave

a candle

burning.

Hold me,

Like you hold your breath

Underwater—

Knowing that the moment

You let me go,

You'll drown

we're too tired.

i fill a tall glass,

i got drinks to drink, and men to hold.

there's no more fighting, 

so come back when i'm good and old.

i thought you were a hurricane,

you came to take me away.

like an animal

i need you,

but

as long as i keep dancing

i'm alive.

your body's poetry

and

this too shall pass.

there are no winners when the die is cast,

it's just young lovers' romance.

(All lyrics taken from Sia's album, This Is Acting.)