Kurt Philip Behm

Safe In Our Beds (+1)

Diminished

but ennobled,

the soldier came home

his two limbs

traded for the

sanctuary

of a deeper peace

 

Broken

in completeness,

his braces held proud

each battle

medaled

in the memory

—of his finest hour

 

(The New Room: November, 2021)

 

 

Indelibly Inked

 

You can’t wash away loneliness,

it lurks and it spies

a stain on tomorrow

where destiny cries

 

You can’t keep what’s been stolen

or find what’s not there,

alone and deserted

—the soap of despair

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2021)