A monstrous smile

moves in the wildness;

you said: get the quick

victory. Take me on faith.

Lost people remember

the fire, the starlight,

the luminous morning moving

in the darkness.

You keep talking; you

Need me doing like I’m

told. I didn’t

really think of

the subway, music

like red fire, the world

looking like the enemy.

Found poem. Source: pages 89, 146-7 of Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.

First published in The Found Poetry Review (as Jessica Otto).