PATRON SAINT OF MISSING PERSONS


Who snatched me up

in the middle of the day,

in the middle of the street

lined with bales of hay ?


Getting ready for the go-kart race.

Hay lined street.

Wooden carts lined up

painted blue, red, yellow,

a fellow locked me in his car not far from here.


Who left me there

in the middle of the day,

in the middle of the field

with nothing to say but

who.

Who ?


"You know what happens now",


followed by a terrible sound,

like bones creaking,

like people speaking in tongues.

Like children screaming

at a go-kart race.


"I've seen your face".


Who buried me deep

when the deed was done,

at the edge of the wood

as the kids had fun ?


Someone with a familiar face.

Creeping back to the go-kart race

with nothing to say but

who ?


Who was that girl that I saw today,

buried in dust the colour of hay ?

Who ?

Who ?



2017


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