Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Death's Indenture

Many die
to walk unknown
amongst
the living dead

Their hearts reclaimed
yet beating still
whose verses
go unread

They wander freely
in the night
their chains
relock the grave

Awaiting words
you’ve yet to write
to free
— their death enslaved

(Calvary Cemetery: February, 2025)

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Yann Rolland February 28, 2025 at 7:22 AM so deep and expressive, death means so mysteries, the poet really knows something Kurt Philip Behm February 28, 2025 at 7:52 AM Thanks Yann, very kind.