The Devil's Son Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Devil's Son

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Off in the distance,
he was whispering my name

What started as a rumor,
audible and plain

My parking meter empty,
the hour glass had run

What life only borrowed,
reclaimed—the devil's son

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2020)

Friday, March 27, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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