Helicopters Crash Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Helicopters Crash



Micromanaged children
in a micromanaged world

The I's all dotted, T's all crossed
lost within the swirl

Each cup seemed overflowing
empty spaces void and null

All time and place for life's surprise
—now victim to its toll

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2018)

Wednesday, December 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: children
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