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.