Missing Person
B.Z. Niditch
you are declared
a non person
by the newly stateless
without a passport
carrying only a poem for the underground.
tripping over grass
in a sporadic airport
they expect you
are a terrorist,
a linguist,
a former communist
It’s cold here,
you who hated authority
march for peace
get lost on May Day
fought the fascist dentist
you innocent
are now their enemy.