This is an erasure from a couple of pages of Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad.




Excited magpies,
scandalized murmur,
embalm, ominous wood-cutters.

Oh quite!

My mind was to be eaten.
I was anxious.

The man in pink – dead – burnt.
The red-haired pilgrim avenged,
a glorious slaughter,

Aim and fire.
Eyes shut.

Screeching whistle,
indignant protests.
Dark events.

Hands wonder.

He cried,
the decaying buried,
gaped black jungle.

Ornamented white man
attacked scarlet boyish face,
frowns chasing,
Confess shamefully.

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