Keep the secret

LoggaWiggler

Keep the secret

In the secret storm raining razors of tongue

when sour-think-stink wafts about as sour-est dung

as the bird-brained mouths open to gossip so thirsty

Stand off to the side and bronze your words even if bursty

Yes bursty may they-be-bubbling round, round and around

Percolating alarming-ly – Yet.....Please stand your ground

Stand your ground– Keep it secret. Poem yourself if you must
Bathe in integrity-blossoms while others lay in the lie-down of dust