Poems from Kurt Philip Behm
I don’t have to slay the dark,
my verse—the wolf unleashed
I don’t have to court the devil,
my words a sword unsheathed
I can live...
Poetry…
barbell of the written word
Resistance exercise
—for the status-quo
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Paying for their own execution,
the collegians trod on
Trapped inside their smart cellular phones,
in groups, but still alone
The...
The traveler journeys
His ship has gone far
The doldrums eclipsed
With the light of new stars
The lands seem foreign
The people are...
Does an animal have
a sense of itself
To once question
why things are this way
Does it think about freedom
beyond our recall
As it...