Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Impaled Again

A sword slices through empty space,
the air bleeding as sutures trace

To pierce not once but pierce again,
your breath scarlet, its stain portends

A breeze sharpens—all time erupts,  
seasons hemorrhage and flow corrupt

The wind incited—torn by pain,
truth the loser, impaled again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2019)

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Robert Allen September 21, 2019 at 11:07 AM I love the imagery: "A sword slices through empty space, the air bleeding as sutures trace." Fantastic line. I'm having trouble though with the plot of the poem. Is it about telling lies? "truth the loser, impaled again" is "truth" the "your" in "your breath scarlet?" Kurt Philip Behm September 21, 2019 at 12:20 PM Hi Robert and thanks for reading. I never explain but your take on the poem is 'right on.' Kurt