I have forgotten my name
Because it no longer seems important
Colour of hair, eyes, date of birth
Profession, blood group, what I’m worth
Incidents in another game.
Have I turned out of my pockets
Neatly into the crate
All I must leave? The alarm, I suppose, will tell.
Are memories too much weight?
But I can keep this thing
Undetectable to sight or smell
That someone else gave me to carry
Stuffed in my pocket while I wait
For the flight to take wing