Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Wind Chimes

such cowardice, I now confess,
when I lied to all to say
my mission called me
and fled, split into fractions
in fright of a fight

         oracles of bamboo or steel
         they sang in gentle tones
         chanting injustices
         in my choice for flight

rash decision with no vision
since more theater was there than facts
the day I left for good
the day I rang the wind chimes
when there was no wind

         oracles of bamboo or steel
         they sang in gentle tones
         chanting injustices
         in my choice for flight


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Prompt: poem that contains a confession (private truth told to powerful entity)