So few who knew <br />A secret told <br />Like morning dew <br />On grass too cold <br /> <br />Were wet with shame <br />As word spread out <br />For whose to blame <br />When truth is doubt <br /> <br />Then those that trust <br />An ear for creed <br />Will bite the dust <br />As sunrays bleed <br /> <br />Till long before <br />What words were said <br />An open door <br />Unlocks the head <br /> To <br />A secret dead.<br /><br />Pasquale DiMeola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gossiping-queens-of-the-castro-district/
