Damnation Still Unrhymed
With verse in debt to time enslaved,
its prophecy of doom
Whose curse to sling like darts and arrows,
destined for the tomb
All words in red, as blood they drip,
from wounded hearts and minds
My breath to scorch with fire and salt,
—damnation still unrhymed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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