Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
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...
Defense of freedom
takes a courage
rare and dearly won
Through wars endured
with tyrants scourged
and despots on the run
The words in...
Stealing your thoughts
a crime of dispassion
the penalty fatal
my name stays unknown
A larcenous caper
whose felony looming
authorities...
The woods never yawned
at the end of my stories
The streams never laughed
when I stuttered in haste
The mountains stood firm
when I lost my...
The older
I get
the more
my hunger
for knowledge
grows
The more
my hunger
for knowledge
grows
the younger
— I get
(The New Room: March...