Impaled Again Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Impaled Again



A sword slices through empty space,
the air bleeding as sutures trace

To pierce not once but pierce again,
your breath scarlet, its stain portends

A breeze sharpens—all time erupts,
seasons hemorrhage and flow corrupt

The wind incited—torn by pain,
truth the loser, impaled again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2019)

Saturday, September 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
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