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
backwards
.
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
Rights
and your middle name
hardly makes sense;
of
.
Of what?
For whom?
of when to where?
.
I see you receding
while we are speeding
away.
