Die Section Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Die Section



Carving nature at the joints
the scalpel glistens clean
Motion severed night from day
all stillness duly preened

Slicing creation half by half
its essence caught between
Feasting on marrow dripping free
—trapped inside a dream

(Saint David's Pennsylvania: May,2023)

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