Information wants to be free

Tell me
Tell the priest
Pent up. Repent. Released

We the jury have found
Tell a hole in the ground
Tell yourself

Stow the strongbox on the highest shelf
I won’t breathe a word
Tell a little bird

Tell one person at a time
Victim, weapon, motive, crime
Guilt by association

Tell the whole congregation
Tell Big Brother
Beg forgiveness from each other

When push comes to shove
Tell the one you love
Tell whoever’s in control

I promise not to tell a soul

(c) Melinda Smith 2011

Published in Quadrant Magazine, October 2011


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