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the anonymous
they report the facts
are leering after
lit under a bushel
if ever at all
anonymous!
always they are more
soak up the rest of us
sign of the times
they hack and they bahama
vanish in a prison
but chisel a way out
imagine the numberless heaven
they’re gone to
all ages, walks and ways – the many
mask of the just is their might
and frenzy whip
in just the ruins of a thought
no, nothing of them
far throng
something totalising
the tottery anonymous
may not even be able to hear us
eponymous
they would be but
upon us yet
forgotten in the will
each of them lives on the tip of the tongue
remembered by the work, that’s all
and when?
the year without an archon
is that the one you mean?
did someone throw a bomb?
they are a system
forms all filed
and look upon your nakedness
of neither certain time nor place
but here among us now they are
leaf out of book
off key often
and always instrumental
it’s how an orchestra consists
metonymies of how’s your father
caught up with us
you won’t catch them
kind of a chain letter curse
things they get up
rascally –
the terror cell
the cancer
and the cancer masked
they’re gone
no one marks the grave
they troll
who stand and wait
by a pronoun given
tribes!
you’ll see them
clinging to trees in a flood
or give them a mountain
and climb
they are a long march
hold a cenotaph
have a minute’s silence
the anonymous are girls and boys
believe me
everyone notices
nobody knows
see them walking into the enemy fire
the anonymous are over us
our precedence and place
they are all position
toss the arrows, bolts about
it comes to each
beyond a self
but you can bring it on
and lest we read the little credits
here all may come to rest
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