Kurt Philip Behm

Creation Redeemed (+2)

After Midnight

The narcissists fall

After Midnight

A new lyric calls

 

After Midnight

Last bugle to blow

After Midnight

There’s more left to know

 

After Midnight

The lizards collect

After Midnight

Old tales to reflect

 

After Midnight

The ticking will stop

After Midnight

The bottom will top

 

After Midnight

A cancerous tome

After Midnight

Malignancy known

 

After Midnight

Betray and deceive

After Midnight

Alone in the siege

 

After Midnight

All footsteps fall deaf

After Midnight

Lost palates are cleft

 

After Midnight

New story to front

After Midnight

Two stars for the dunce

 

After Midnight

The comets rebel

After Midnight

The coroners yell

 

After Midnight

A suit made of steel

After Midnight

Its melting reveals

 

After Midnight

That voice in the back

After Midnight

There’s no turning back

 

After Midnight

A sacred oath sworn

After Midnight

All memory forlorn

 

After Midnight

The wheels bend and churn

After Midnight

Lost vision returns

 

After Midnight

False birth is stillborn

After Midnight

Old vestments are torn

 

After Midnight

The here and the now

After Midnight

That one sacred cow

 

After Midnight

Past-Future unseen

After Midnight

  —creation redeemed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

 

 

Without Pain

 

Can you paint without color,

  can you think without language

 

Can you dance without music

  —can you love without pain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

 

Cum Aetate

 

The older I get,

  the shorter the lines become

 

The older I get,

  more welcome is each morning’s sun

 

The older I get,

  those words rented are now mine to keep

 

The older I get,

  dreams follow me out of my sleep

 

The older I get,

  less rules to impose on the game

 

The older I get,

  hopes and wishes of youth to reclaim

 

The older I get,

  new laughter recalls what I missed

 

The older I get,

  all goodbyes now embrace and dismiss

 

The older I get,

  what I searched for, my searching became

 

The older I get

   what’s forgotten—remembered again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)