Anne Frank where have you been?
It was just last night you came wandering up my street
A small notebook you hugged to your heart
Covering the star of your people.
We walk now down a street crammed with cars
And at every back fire you cover your head
You cover your ears and kneel against the wall
Shuddering with fear until the car has turned the corner.
It is nearing the evening and you’re straying homewards
Saying you cannot be walking about
In public
Past six or six-thirty, or else they might find you and take you to bed.
I wake up at night to the sounds of your whispers
Fervently muttering one name as you sleep
“Kitty, Kitty.”