POEM: Mrs. Anonymous

Missus
Anonymous
I hope you won't be
bombing us
you appear to us
so ominous
gliding in your big chador

I'd like to put aside
the prejudice
you were only strolling
with your kids--

or maybe
they weren't yours.

I cannot tell
if you're the bearer
of those children
or terror,
or maybe both

like a shadow
like a phantom
you're without a face or a
demeanour
you are buried
like a fetus

Were you given any choice?


Maybe these thoughts
are a little unfair
you might protest
that there's more to you than what you wear
or the colour of your hair
but I can't see the spark in your eye
whether there is lightheartedness
or a frown
what is actually
moving that gown

there's no need to hide
is there anybody inside?