Last Orphan Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Immersed in dark matter,
it fights not to hide

A target blood red,
and covered in lies

It cries out for justice,
it cries out in pain

Until an arrow strikes deeply,
truth firmly ingrained

Its point bringing light,
its shaft driving home

A message of hope,
into falsehood atoned

And deep in your memory,
a last orphan screams

Renamed in the vengeance
—rebirthed in this dream

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December,2016)