the MISSING
even if not babies,
or two year olds,
they are usually blonde.
They are lost, they
are missing and no one
truly expects them
to come home
unharmed. If they
should, it's a
comedy and their
hair is usually dark.
Even with bombs going
off in other countries
and when there seems
tot few hours in each
day, there is time
for these missing babes,
for their terrible
distress. You want
more, you want them
back but if that's
not possible, the
details of the hideous
will do. Sometimes
there's a corpse,
other times the girl
women vanish
mysterious and some
man is assumed
guilty: a boyfriend,
husband, a casual date.
Rarely the blonds
return looking pretty
good after what we are
dying to know they
have gone thru. The
missing dead are
beautiful. They will
never live long enough
to even think of
plastic surgery. They
are delicate, they are
sweet, almost princess
like in high school year books.
We get coverage of them
around the clock, often
know more than feels
right about them as
if stunned to see some
thing so delicate lifted or
snatched away. We're
transfixed. It's a statue,
a flower smashed by
rocks, a work of art,
always a pale beauty
and if she wasn't when
she started, by the time
she is found, she'll be
blonder, more delicate,
more beautiful
