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)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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