Cross Hairs Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Cross Hairs



High caliber verse
the cartridge hand loaded

A new target centered
all focus then squared

Its barrel's been filled
with red molten fury

Whose trigger awaits
—a desperate will

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)

Thursday, August 23, 2018
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