Kurt Philip Behm Poems

Why would I question,
why would I care

Why would I venture,
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At what price, love,
the Angel's sing

At what price, love,
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What versus why,
each millennium cries

Man on the run,
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Cheating death…
the myth we tell
—when life seems all the more
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So much lost…
so little gained

Prairies in judgment,
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We die in the present,
but live in the past

Though the moment may claim us
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Social Distancing not so strange,
I've been doing it for years

The world a feelings length away,
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The better Angels of our nature…
the Devil only laughs

Laying traps as yet unseen,
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Within this structure,
my words remain
Each line a fortress,
as thoughts refrain
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Without a reader
the poem is dead,
stillborn and lifeless
—buried unread
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