Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
He wandered to the rim
looking over and down
Lost in a memory
his fear as a shroud
As voices from faces
that he never saw
Called out from...
Innocence a foreigner
if beautiful or dark
No one who can lead the way
— has purity of heart
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
Killing shared values
our lives on death row
Kinship aborted
— the world soon to blow
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
The pendulum swings wider
both right and then left
Those things that divide us
fomenting unrest
The wasteland between
what was once common...
That one final
bullet
That one final
dagger
To use
on another
Or to use
— on ourselves
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)