In a cento <br />Do not sense creation <br />Do not feel that i am making poetry <br />Shuffling words around <br />And changing words by a click <br />Sieving through a grand choice <br />Like a surgeon, i cut the body of language <br />Asunder and saw stray word bricks together <br />Into a Frankenstenian creation but i bed to <br />differ with Viktor Frakensterin <br />I will breathe sensation into <br />The pallid limbs<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tayloring-like-frankensten/
