There you were

hidden by leaves

covered in dust


You were somebody

then a memory

then a nobody


It will all be

on your shoulders

there as you lay down

eyes closed forever

your tags will drift



History will be

your last hiding place

until by this accident

your fall off a shelf

what is left of you

before me silent


Now here you are

again out of nowhere

I don’t know what to say

your footnote there on a page

your leaflets are blowing away


I do no longer see the point

where you came from

what you were doing

how you were undone

by the eraser of fear


Your first name it says

was Bill

and your last


and your middle name

hardly makes sense;



Of what?

For whom?

of when to where?


I see you receding

while we are speeding