Gossip
Stop the myth that I do live
- send the mourners by
- set them down in rows of ten
with pallbearers on every side
But tell them that though I'm still
and betterI than they
endure the motion in the ground
or gossip in the air
Arrest the myth that I am dead
The Trojan at the door!
The charger - full of headlines knock
Humanity - how deceitful you are.
Copyright © Burt Heacock | Year Posted 2016
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