Poems from Kurt Philip behm
The smell of
petrichor
and thunder
The taste of
solace
and goodbye
The sound of
memory’s
last rejection
The touch of
love’s
enduring...
Only the dead
know the end of war
Cursing the living
to forever endure
Rich people gifted
to hide in the past
Where nightmare’s amend...
What they don’t know
one can only assess
What they can’t see
they can never possess
What they affirm
they can never deny
What they...
Say it simply
or not at all
The truth uncovered
in brief recall
Too often masked
in verbiage strewn
Whose darkness blackens
— a sunless...
Begging
for what their past endowed
the Sioux
displaced once more
Imbued
by Wakan Tanka
their legacy
unmoored
They fought
the armed invader...