I remember
mission children
before
the devils came
I remember
music and laughter
before
that night of flames
I remember
a priest who pleaded
before
they took his hair
I remember
a maiden girl
before
her screams despaired
I remember
a wind that blew
before
the Hades storm
And I remember
a moon that cried
before
that blood-soaked morn
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Thank you, Thomas.
Most dramatic, poetic and moving. A wonderful write Kurt and a fave
Thanks Soren.
My pleasure Kurt
Kurt, this is devastating in its restraint. The repetition of “I remember” builds like a tolling bell. It doesn’t dramatize…it simply bears witness. “Before / that blood-soaked morn” lands with heavy finality. This sits in the chest. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Mission accomplished, thanks. Mid-Nineteenth Century Texas was a dangerous place.
Most welcome, Kurt. Indeed, it was. No doubt about that.
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