Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Beauty Fraught

I was a soldier, but never sure
  of those things I was  
  charged to do

I was asked to fight
  pick up helmet and gun
  men dying around me I knew

Those places I’ve been
  and the things I’ve done
  all eclipse the known profane 

Now with beauty fraught
   you must lock the gate
     —inside this prison I remain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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