The Feast Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Feast



Thoughts carried to term,
new words to instill

A message is born,
an infant of will

Its father coarse logic,
its mother the wind

Together they coupled,
a marriage within

Their family heraldic,
with pedigree firm

As libraries tremble,
and sages relearn

All time on the table,
last lie from the beast

This moment a knife,
past—future the feast

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2017)

Wednesday, July 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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