In Virtue I Sin Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

It was Hemingway
early

And Dickinson
late

Those early
exposures

The trail of
my wake

No bar left
unvisited

Or brawl left
unfought

No school that could
answer

Dialectic
corrupt

Now this corner
I sit in

Both welcomes
and warms

And the thoughts
it retriggers

No movement
just form

I once had
looked over

What I now look
within

From this chair
that I captain

Where in virtue
—I sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2015)