the word gets out
on the street. onto
the grape vine.
monkeys swinging from
the trees know too.
even fish
are going upstream
with this secret
on their lips,
stuck to their fins.
everybody knows.
drums
beat the message
through
the trees beneath
the sweaty
canopy of branches
and leaves.
the word is out.
it's on the street.
on the tongue of loddie
doddie and nearly
everybody.
names are being named.
places
and times.
it's all out there.
whispered from one ear
to another.
everybody knows
what's going down.
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