Canaries in the Coal Mine
- Lit Liz
- Jan 3
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 21
Crack me open
like a coffin.
Clean out cobwebs,
exhume my skeletons.
Skulls don’t speak,
unless, presented wine
when the clock strikes the right time.
The secret is,
it never strikes,
so, it’s always time
to speak the rhyme
because dead men
don’t tell tales.
Only the living
when they are ribbing
on themselves
or someone else.
Because even lies
betray, portray,
hidden truths
about themselves.
Canaries in the coal mine.
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