To The Bone Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

To The Bone



Like maggots on a piece of ham,
the critics do their work

Devouring just because they can,
to maim, destroy, and hurt

They eat through flesh right to the bone
never missing one last scrap

Not even a scribbled, half-done poem
—have they ever given back

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)

Tuesday, January 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: criticism
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