A sample from Atwood (stanza from Marsh Languages):
The sibilants and gutturals,
the cave language, the half-light
forming at the back of the throat,
the mouth's damp velvet moulding
the lost syllable for 'I' that did not mean separate,
are all becoming sounds no longer
heard because no longer spoken,
and everything that could once be said in them has ceased to exist.
A sample from Sissman (from The Time in Venezuela):
Learn the crookbacks of dock cranes, mile on mile;
The bitter pills of storage tanks, the fat
Flames of waste gases; the grand, greasy jatte
Of Venezuela. And unlearn your smile.
And one from the surrealist poet Romanovich (from Nothing Not No-One):
nothing is more beautiful
than aimless chests at sea
greeting each other at dawn with the oily manes of
aged daimons
full of forgotten things full of unmentionables
nothing is more beautiful more grotesque more perfect
than their keys not accounted for
and the undertow which leads them away