The Rudest Awakening Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
The Rudest Awakening
The dead are tired,
the living go on
Breathless and timeless,
all energy gone
The dead left to wander,
betwixt and between
Finality's heartbreak
—the end of the dream
(Philadelphia Ronald McDonald House: May,2021)
Sunday, May 16, 2021
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