Symphonic Triage Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Symphonic Triage



Blood upon the keyboards
harmonicas in flight
Chasing notes across the score
horns that greet the night

Eighty eight's to hemorrhage
reeds that bend and break
Music dying then reborn
—trumpeting our fate

(Dreamsleep: August,2022)

Monday, August 1, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: august,fate
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