Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Forgotten Lord

Deep into the night of the harrowing dawn,
  old voices went astray

And fast on the morning of no return,
  final judgment came to stay

Crashing like a wave was the prophet’s voice,
  this time not to be ignored

Washing away all excuse and false remorse
  with damnation
     —forgotten Lord

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)

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