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not telling
we thought there was something sacred
just a word
and we kept it
high and holy
name of what we had to do
have to
by heart
somewhere set in stone
God’s head sort of thing
froze the blood
curdled first
hearts melted too
it was a difference made
being no other
took a form
found sound
so spoke
what’s said cannot be
slunk from
I was pyjama man wearing it
had to wipe the dust away
ran out of ink
ran out of us
but the word went on
it was headline
had to be rephrased
had to hose the damned thing down
finger to lips
the forbidden
unspeakable
a harsh prescription
better left unsaid
it was just a quiet word
in your ear
in one and out the other
we were told where to dig
will we remember?
it was just a word
I’m telling you
I’m not telling anyone else
I wouldn’t say boo
I won’t tell a soul
ReplyDelete"I was pyjama man wearing it
had to wipe the dust away
it was a difference made
being no other
we were told where to dig
do we remember?"
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