The loss of “I”

He was last seen working footpath
Looking for a word “I” in its clothes.

Statue lost ‘I” to night of confusion.
There are no dead sounds in night.

Darkness marks out the disc moon
Like a frisbee lost in the vague sky.

The “I”s are all lost in the confusion,
Having forgot their souls on bones.

(Inspired by Rilke’s poem “People at night”)