Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
The hardest stones
cannot withstand
— what only men endure
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
Never to discover
the limits of soul
Such is the depth
of its station
The nature of being
not what’s distilled
But what’s left
— from...
One too many
mornings
Two too many
nights
Three too many
warnings
An apostates
delight
Four too many
judgments
Five too many
fears
Six...
Did they dare you to be
what you already were
Your profile kept hidden
unshaken or stirred
To wander in your
unbroken discontent
A path...
The butcher
in a trance
this death
then many more
The cleaver
paused in motion
destruction
to the fore
The blood
is pooling downward
in...