A man clad in mystery,
history would learn
His face on the mountain,
immortality earned
A man from tomorrow,
reliving today
Intrepidly fated
—truth on display
(Crazy Horse Monument: May, 2008)
Self-Infliction
Explosion, implosion,
tomorrow is gone
A new self-destruct mode,
old enemies throng
We’re now on the poster,
PUBLIC ENEMY ONE
The canaries all dead
—with zero the sum
(The New Room: March, 2021)
Robins Return
The bark of eternity,
an armoring sure
An oak or a maple,
their majesty pure
Below their dark cover,
time circles in rings
Where destiny spirals
—as residents sing
(Martha Brown’s Woods: March, 2021)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: March 11th, 2021 09:35
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Jerry Reynolds
Comments3
Love this poem, Kurt.
Thanks Jerry. I've written about him often and spent time with the few elders who carry his spirit at Pine Ridge.
'We’re now on the poster,
PUBLIC ENEMY ONE
The canaries all dead
—with zero the sum'..
(well distilled, as ever dear poet
a great write! thank you for inspiring my little scribbled reply)..
'indeed, society's current state of evolution seems to be mesmerised - still, stagnantly watching
as those standing by their shoulders are hounded and harassed, while others
across their designated fences are judged and cancelled..
thinking, they'll be safe on their own side of a liberally smiley fence, not willing to accept:
they themselves will soon be forced to walk that same plank of injustice,
when that tyrannical 'trend'
turns its 'self-righteous'
attention, on whatever 'little' misdeeds and mistakes, they keep hidden in their own skeleton harbouring cupboards..
and no my scribble is not advocating for one side or another, just offering feeble insight as to humanity's current slippery-sloped path
where 'Presumed Innocence' is buried to realms of archaic irrelevance...!?
as our society, busily continues to dish-out reactionary: social networking - based
public lynching's...'
I love “plank of injustice.”
Your words are most poignant and
much appreciated.
Thanks L.B.
Kurt
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