Kurt Philip Behm

Song Of The Swans

The world has forever

outgrown itself,

its pants no longer fit

 

The cuffs too short,

the waist too tight,

its inseam worn and ripped

 

The fabric that

it used to grow,

lay barren in the field

 

The magic that

it used to show,

a sleight of hand reveal

 

The world has forever

outgrown itself,

its future running out

 

The earth exposed,

the sky on fire

—all life but hand to mouth

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)