Kurt Philip Behm

That Human About Us

The lack of humanity

drives zero-sum

Away from each other

a darkening sun


What science explains

its methods conceal

Frustration attacks

lost cogs on the wheel


Desperation in charge

its point ever sharp

To pierce into nothing

but leaving its mark


That human about us

 left bare unatoned

Quantifying our passion

—stripped clean to the bone


(St. David’s Pennsylvania: January, 2021)




  • L. B. Mek

    a wonderful last stanza, cut close to the bone if you will... (ahem... cough) lol

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