Last Words Unwritten Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Writing the final chapter…
the bells in the tower ring for me
Once for each phrase unwritten
twice for each grievance atoned

—as—

"Schoolchildren rise
pulling back the covers on the flowering meadow
Singing my words
blessing the fields as they run

"Memory half gone
released into the cradle of times rebirth
Taking what I gave
and leaving what I could not forgive

"The reasons, the seasons
melding together, flashing lost images
Redeeming their promise
christening new moments forever endowed

"Yesterday and tomorrow
I am free of their deception
My last words to stay hidden
—in the laughter of a child"

(The New Room: June,2022)