Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

His Legend Calls

A Poem reborn posthumously…
   its Poet comes alive

Death to grovel at his feet,
  words not entombed, survive 

A Poem reborn posthumously,
  each phrase a breath divine

Its voice once heard, the ages served,
  all seasons left to rhyme

A verse pulls back the shroud of death,
   as baptismal fonts refill

Whose waters wash the gravesite clean,
  with spirit redistilled

As the Poet rises from the crypt,
  in light his name recalled

To free the many verses chained
   —whose truth his legend calls

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

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