Bastard Of Time Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Bastard Of Time



When time loses its hold
do you choose a new father

Free of place and all station
even freer from blame

Your mother is now
and your mother forever

But your father is a choice
much more than a name

Do you wrestle in torment
as he calls out to you timeless

Beyond the past and the future
—where you forever remain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)

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