A "found" poem from the World Lit conference I attended last April?
I wrote this as others were speaking, I believe:

swallowed fear
sits in my gut
needs plucking
a moral surgery
saves my insanity
allows breath again
fear does too much
overestimated like American society
or Bush's intellect
it's got to go away
move, relocated
be plucked out
banished like Rushdie
unneccessary like cursive
I've swallowed fear
and I've got no plan
but I found the WMDs
and I've declared war.