Damnation Still Unrhymed Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Damnation Still Unrhymed



With verse in debt to time enslaved,
its prophecy of doom

Whose curse to sling like darts and arrows,
destined for the tomb

All words in red, as blood they drip,
from wounded hearts and minds

My breath to scorch with fire and salt,
—damnation still unrhymed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2017)

Sunday, May 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: verse
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