Self-Infliction Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Self-Infliction



Explosion, implosion,
tomorrow is gone

A new self-destruct mode,
old enemies throng

We're now on the poster,
PUBLIC ENEMY ONE

The canaries all dead
—with zero the sum

(The New Room: March,2021)

Thursday, March 11, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: enemies
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