Never talk ill of the dead
If only she knew
That the walls have hidden ears
And clever pained lips.
They whisper to the floors
Who speak to the soil
And soon
Even the dead can hear
The falsities spilled
From cunning mouths.
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If only she knew
That the walls have hidden ears
And clever pained lips.
They whisper to the floors
Who speak to the soil
And soon
Even the dead can hear
The falsities spilled
From cunning mouths.
Really well written! I wonder how it would sound if you repeated the first line again as the last line of the poem?