Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
The gray dawn baptized,
lost child of the night
Salvation ransomed
—new morning’s delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Man’s inhumanity to man,
knows no country, religion, or race
Man’s inhumanity to man,
the only shame time cannot erase
Man’s inhumanity...
To no one in particular,
but everyone out loud
What you portend as Poetry,
should never make you proud
The words are so revealing,
of...
Every scepter, every throne,
reverts again anew
The god’s, their will divided,
in Iliads of truth
All wars of good intention,
paved...
Who can measure the
speed of fear
Who can filter the strain
of lies
Who can weigh a lost ounce
of love
Who can package
—a last...