The World Rose Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The World Rose



The world sneezed,
the demon danced
—the music stopped in time

The world coughed,
the demon choked
—millions now entwined

The world hid,
the demon searched
—new victims running low

The world rose,
the demon dead
—nowhere left to go

(Dreamsleep: March,2020)

Sunday, March 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: demons
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