What’s buried in the ground

secrets cannot burden
a mouth without a tongue
secrets cannot keep
the one who cannot hum
one that makes no noise
and is buried in the ground
a feast for all the maggots
that keep their secrets well
a feast for the earth to have it
all my secrets, sins I’ve worn.

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Little secrets

Kill the mockingbird
quickly-before it hurts
shut it’s beak
and then
never let it breathe again
twist the secrets out of it
it’s soft life force
must forget
a tragedy
it learns through death.