One Shot Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

One Shot

In spite of all your riches
you eschew what prophets do
Basilicas you build to self
with time but empty pews

Wealth deadly suicidal
when wielded as a gun
Whose target sits between your eyes
with one shot zero-sum

(Dreamsleep: November,2023)

Friday, November 17, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: november
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