Lost Victims (+1)

Kurt Philip Behm

The City uncaged

once the innocent

are asleep

Where neon lamps

of judgment

line the alleys with pain

Shadows of regret

dance to the sorrow

of memory

Those not

in their beds

— becoming victims of the night

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

 

 

Dog Soldiers

 

Riding

before they walked

War chants

the death of talk

Fury

for those who sought

Staked

— to the ground they fought

 

(Lame Deer Montana: October, 2026)

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Victims in many ways my imaginations says, to crime, to lust, perpetrators and victims themselves both victims in different ways. Nicely done Kurt

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks Soren. Those invisible lines ...

      • sorenbarrett

        You are very welcome Kurt

      • arqios

        Very moving poem, Kurt👍🏻🕊️

        • Kurt Philip Behm

          So very glad, thanks.

          • arqios

            Most welcome, my friend 👍🏻🕊️

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            You know, Kurt, I've walked through a few cities late at night, and there's a peculiar combination of fascination and uneasiness that comes with it. Even familiar surroundings can seem foreign. Your writing certainly brought that feeling back! 🌹🖤🙏

          • Kurt Philip Behm

            Wrote it listening to Henley & Frey sing 'You Belong To The City.'



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