Dirty Little Secret
by Barbara Archer

I found it in a corner
covered with cobwebs,
swept it up and gave
it a drink as its throat was
too coated with dust
for it to speak,
though speak it finally did
and at great length too,
having kept mute
for all these years and dying
to spill the beans,
but there was nothing in it for me
as the secret had to do
with people so long gone
I would not know a soul
to pass their tale on to.
It seemed a shame, but what could I do
but send it out the door to seek its fortune
and wash my hands of it?

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