Last Novena
The manhood
of a nation
marching in the breeze
Chasing what
the dead have wrought
taunting its reprieve
Caught within the voices
of forgotten
yesterdays
The winds of war
but nine days off
— as mothers kneel to pray
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2024
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