Killing the Past
I knew you were coming,
as I walked across the cell
still in chains
I knew you were crying,
as the guard called out three times
announcing your name
Your silence was deafening,
as my final meal
was delivered at last
The time intensifying,
the markings on the wall
—killing the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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