Kurt Philip Behm

Blindfolded (+2)

Dying the slow death of political infection,

it hides within our words

 

As we try to run, and try to hide,

its plague a constant scourge

 

Poisoning the water, despoiling our thoughts,

all freedom it commands

 

Directing the folly, conscripting all joy

—our blindfold it demands

 

(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)

 

 

Heaven Sent

 

Religion…my writing,

all faith in the pen

 

My savior the words

—the Muse heaven sent

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

 

 

The Price

 

Is blood,

the price of art

 

Is death,

the price of truth

 

A rose,

its thorn uncovered

 

And love

—the price of youth

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)