Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
The first casualty of war…
truth
The last casualty of war…
death
Truth fighting death,
beginning to end
Questions unanswered
—...
On the quietest of nights
I can now hear its roar
This current hides calmly
what fate has in store
Its crashing is consummate,
my...
“Violence broke out again last night
in Gotham…
“No arrests have been made”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Asking for support and not your agreement,
I looked into your eyes
Seeing rejection, a stare blank and cold,
all connection was untied
...
Has the future made a profit
by selling out your dreams
Marking up expectations,
closing out self esteem
Interest bearing hopes...