At least I look good in yellow

Poets are canaries
In both senses of the slang

As tattle tales, we are king
(next to song writers)
We snitch on our hurts –
imagined hurts
and hurts that others feel

We sing like canaries
then spend our lives
staying one metaphor ahead
of the hit man

Is there a witness protection plan
for poets?

And we live in cages –
the homemade straw kind
lowered by a rope
into a mine shaft
to test the air

Pulled back up,
breathing or not
revealing our atmosphere –
an imagined atmosphere
or the atmosphere other’s breath

But you can’t tell which
by looking at a dead bird
or a live one, for that matter,
well, not for a long long time anyway.

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One Response to At least I look good in yellow

  1. witchyluck says:

    you might be a canary. I am a frog, blurting out unlovely truths indecriminately to all

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