Text from “Civil Disobedience” by Henry David Thoreau. Erasure by Susan Daniels…
not born to be forced
I breathe my own
not responsible for
working of the machine–
when an acorn and chestnut fall
both obey their laws
we slept with windows open
in the light of a closer view
of chocolate, brown bread, an iron spoon–
friendship was for summer weather
and the State nowhere to be seen
the dollar is innocent, but trace allegiance.
I quietly declare war as you submit
to a thousand necessities.
I should be satisfied.
It is not many moments
I live under.
***at Dverse we are doing erasure poetry, a form of found poetry. This was robbed from Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau.