The Secret
Caustic Resin
All
Sun 31-Jul-1994 11:05

you cannot tell it to the sky
and the trees do not want it:
the machine does not want it
and men are men

shout and shout it where you want
and again and again and again:
you might as well speak Greek to stones
as this to other men

so shout it in thier stupid faces
or dress it up in art:
but nobody wants you to know
inside your deepest heart

nobody wants your secret:
on winter nights it sometimes seems
we might as well be dead
as live like this and keep it

        John Fowles
