Seconds hunger
days unweaned
compression fracture
broken dreams
Minutes uncounted
hours unnamed
Humptiest Dumpty
in pieces again
Yahweh once spoken
reason besieged
tokens in exile
pagans to grieve
One for the money
two when it’s shown
oracle harlot
—cursed and dethroned
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt,
Reading this extraordinarily profound poem you’ve penned makes me cry out, “Why, why, and why so much pain and destruction?”
Laura🌻
Quare indeed!
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