FOUND THEN LOST

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.