A FOUND POEM FROM A FACEBOOK FEED ALGORITHM
“When a person breaks the law, he has committed a crime. When the law breaks a person, it has fulfilled its task.”
“Occupations used to be left to the children when the parents died; now the occupations die first, and people go looking for new ones."
“Real winners do not compete.”
“Power also ruins those who have none at all.”
BY JAMES WRIGHT
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
A PICARESQUE HOVEL