At Your Spirits Behest Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Do you demand my lies,
instead of the truth

Do you hem and sigh,
or stammer uncouth

Does the word unfiltered,
get trapped in your brain

Does the message uncovered,
then wash down your drain

Does the time spent looking,
measure time well spent

Does the verbal unlocking,
pay your spiritual rent

Are the memories you wished for,
within the time you invest

Are the feelings you hoped for,
—at your spirits behest

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November,2016)