Missing Man (A found poem)

Missing man
(A found poem)

Weeks came,
went,
no traces.

Did he fly
to Tahiti?
Heroicly rush in
to hanging, in flames?

People hope, speculate
on big escapes,
no vanquished
breath, no vanished
forever, left with
hopeful missing, they grasp
at sinister plans.

Oh, to see him smile,
a covert op, a secret photo
of him sipping Daquiris
or Mai-Tais from polished
coconuts.

Search done humanly --
at least we're nose
to grindstone resolutely --
work with hands, dress
warmly, specialized tools,
grim forensic trades
looking for bones,
singed hair, pieces
of clothing, unenvied.

Respirator asks for
toxic gas leftovers,
gloves need tender fingers,
glasses seek eyed protection,
patient steel waits for frozen toes,
all a sensitive uneasy.

Hear anything let us in,
calls or other information,
results other than hope,
concentration on their end,
back in the mangled soot,
a cold realitied task,
the mystery.

- Nichole Regan

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