found poetry

"The multitudes were packed as dense as broccoli florets..."

It doesn't *really* count as found poetry, like that bizarre shopping list I once found on a discarded napkin, but it was stuck in the middle of a New York Times article, and therefore, since it was obviously lost, I now consider it found...

Ok, so it's almost Bulwer-Litton-y, but in the New York Times? You have to love it...