Tell Tale

by Jill Osburn

we have paved over the blood

like Poe’s Heart.
silence isn’t in its nature

we inhabit it, and as it oozes
from our veins
others become the victims
an enemy is made of one

“How can this be?”
is the cry of the willfully blind

investigate the life
only to find we are all responsible

easy to look outside
distance ourselves from the trigger
no escaping. only scapegoating

the contagion is not in one
but thickening in us all

how long will we stand the beats
from under the floorboards?

Currently living in the Pacific Northwest and studying for ministry in the Episcopal Church. Poetry is an extension of myself.

Last updated November 04, 2015