Found Poetry: The Last Meal

The Last Meal

While his wife was away on business
he killed his eldest daughter
and, because his son saw what he had done,
he killed his son as well.

When the wife came home,
he offered her food, saying: ‘We have meat.’


I created this found poem by formatting a section of this article by Rob Williams into a poem. I didn’t change any words, just rearranged them. I think it’s amazing how you can create poetry from articles, non-fiction books, overheard conversations, etc.


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