In Late December


silence looks like the moon
waiting in a railroad yard
from just across
a two-inch pencil stub.
Real. Bullet-proof.
Like nice playthings.


Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade:
A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. 

Method: This is a remixed poem composed from column inches
(I measured one inch of text and used only those words that
formed a part of the column on that particular page) from chapter 3 of the novel.