Greens and Whites

White stripes upon green, green stripes upon white
—I'll never be truly certain.
I can be only of the button on the end of each sleeve;
the fit thinning around the wrists.

This far on, I've none more evidence
than the absence of that which was stolen.
And the empty pit;
the cavity from which it was taken.

But however dim even that may grow,
and however quickly the moment arrives at which
my eyewitnesses' recollections have fizzled to questions
—long past then, I'll still have those whites and greens.