Death But a Servant
Making love to the Muse
newborns fell upon the page
And we named them one by one
as we lined them up by age
Making love to the Muse
a new progeny was spawned
With death now but a servant
—and each child turned to song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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