A Losing Game Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

A Losing Game



If lights great speed
is but a myth

And darkness not empty
as it seems

What's true then false,
what's false conscripts

Our need to know
—a cursed dream

Has discovery
made us better

Have our souls
or spirits changed

As logic brags
with ethics blurred

To win
—a losing game

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2019)

Tuesday, April 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
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