The world is difficult to kill 
yet easily tarnished by dull men, 
hard like dried swine. They dwell
in a thicket of oblivious points, 
saluted by electric lights to which
they declare their doubt, patter 
little theories from arm chairs, 
deaf to the horrible wheezing 
of the animals, indifferent 
at the fitful cough of the Earth.

This piece is based on an erasure of The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf.
I highly recommend checking out this website to play around with erasure poetry.