Red Rum
It talks.
It whispers.
It cries out loud.
It tells secret tales.
It speaks of dark acts.
It reveals silent tears.
It uncovers the arms.
It displays events.
It exhibits truth.
It uncovers.
It rests.
It seeps in the earth
By the hands of its culprits
From broken bottles.
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2007
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