Beauty Fraught Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
Beauty Fraught
I was a soldier, but never sure
of those things I was
charged to do
I was asked to fight
pick up helmet and gun
men dying around me I knew
Those places I've been
and the things I've done
all eclipse the known profane
Now with beauty fraught
you must lock the gate
—inside this prison I remain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: places,april,soldier,war
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