THE LAST UNKNOWN PERSON Poem by Ester Naomi Perquin

So you've lived in secret, were born
underground, have never been in the picture.

So you lived in places where no one came to look,
no dog roamed desolately, nose close to the ground,
you were never tempted to
stroke anyone in full view.

You didn't utter any well-turned phrases,
did not show a careful face - how,
if we did not see you, did you live?

Were you hiding from someone somewhere?
Did you see it the other way round - did we vanish
as long as you had no part in us?

You can't leave the way you arrived,
in the dark, as a secret. Sit as
you are, and we will zoom in.

This is your chance to be present.