Martyrs & Clowns Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

What is forgotten
if time is a bluff

What is forsaken
if memory can rust

Where is the drama
the stage ill disposed

Where is tomorrow
today undisclosed

When were you certain
that certain you're not

When did the hands
stop advancing your clock

How many seasons
must come and then go

How many reasons
to plant and not sow

Why search for glory
in legends unfound

Why only answered
—by martyrs and clowns

(Dreamsleep: March,2023)