Last Novena Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Last Novena

The manhood
of a nation
marching in the breeze
Chasing what
the dead have wrought
taunting its reprieve

Caught within the voices
of forgotten
yesterdays
The winds of war
but nine days off
— as mothers kneel to pray

(Dreamsleep: May,2024)

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