February 5, 2012

Backstory

When asked who I was
I spoke always
on the condition
of anonymity,
permission for my answers
never granted,
the question itself
of no concern
to those in charge,
my ungrateful voice alone
enough to ensure
I would remain
unknown,
just as when
I cried out at birth,
finally whispered a name
at death,
though by then
no one any longer paid heed,
having arrived
at an answer
sufficient enough,
already.