Sta.sh
Of work by unknown authors
Includes this poem:
I don't know my name.
Evidently I've shame, but
No identity,
Personality,
It all means so little now
If I can't be called
And who would be blamed?
I do wish I knew my name,
I do wish I knew...
Identify me,
Call me whatever you want!
I need to be known.
It's common, you see,
We all crave recognition.
Call me what you will!
Call me anything!
Is that not a solution?
This you can do, so
I beg of you,
Identify me, I need
A name of my own.
There are no pictures,
Yet one can imagine
The faceless author,
He whose sole plea is
To have an identity,
He who has not one.
The anthology
Is placed back upon its shelf,
Almost out of reach.
He says to himself,
"My greatest work," the poet
Whose face isn't seen.
