I was given a name
A name I was to honor,
To have for all time,
But that name rejected me.
So I chose a name,
A name I couldn't live without,
To hold for all time,
But I was driven to cut off my hand
And could not hold on.
I was given a gift, a child,
But it was taken before
I could give it a name
And I live without the name
It would have given me.
Even this poem has no name,
Like the grinning goose fish
That love does not seem to understand.
Ancient, grey and grinning,
We are a couple of rigid optimists,
Admiring the tomb of the unknowns.