The Devil's Edge (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

Guarding

our bitters

Each wrong

we have suffered

Enshrined

in our memory

Alive

in our souls

 

Forgiveness

a myth

The weak

will hold onto

Revenge

all the sweeter

Served hot

— and not cold

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2026) O/L 5-24-2026

 

Like Masks

 

Forget

being clever

abandon

the word

 

Being cute

more offensive

its pander

absurd

 

They serve

as a mask

that we cower

behind

 

To proffer

deception

we harbor

— inside

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
 
 
 
The Food Court
 
 

Daddy

where is America

the ten-year-old asked

My teacher says

 it’s in Washington

on a paper behind glass

My coach says

it’s on Sundays

when the Green Bay Packers play

My friend’s uncle says

 Indianapolis

during the last week of May

Grandpa says

it’s July 4th

at the Veteran’s Parade

My bus driver says

it’s the Unions

and the working man’s wage

But where is it Dad

they all say

different things

Where can I see

America

in one place — as one thing

Grab your coat

Bobby

and let’s take a ride

And to a

large mall

 they both ventured inside

Are you

hungry my boy

the father said to his son

You’ve got

choices galore

and can pick from each one

And as they

sat down

the father said from his chair

Look around you

my son

— this is America squared

 

(King Of Prussia Mall: June, 2026)

 

 

  

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  • sorenbarrett

    Kurt it is the first that instantly grabbed my attention in that I am so counter to this message but think I understand it so well. It is hot and angry it encapsulates so well the feeling of so many and nations too. Well written my friend and a fave

  • Kurt Philip Behm

    Yep, The Devil's Edge.' Thanks

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Kurt, what strikes me is that both poems are really about what we carry. In one, it's bitterness and the allure of revenge. In the other, it's the masks and defenses we construct to conceal what lies beneath. Different subjects, same human struggle...the challenge of letting go of what keeps us from being whole. Powerful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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