Buried Secrets
By Richard H. Fay
Muffled by the earth
Piled on your grave,
Muted words never heard
By your deafened ears
Fall from trembling lips
And misdeeds unknown
Stay ever secret.
Silenced by your death,
Sharp tongue cannot wag,
Stilled voice will not tell,
Crimes remain concealed.
Saturday, November 8, 2025
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