Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Last Novena

The manhood
of a nation
marching in the breeze
Chasing what
the dead have wrought
taunting its reprieve

Caught within the voices
of forgotten
yesterdays
The winds of war
but nine days off
— as mothers kneel to pray

(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)

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Chetta Achara May 4, 2024 at 10:21 AM As it is said "Those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it." I liked your poem very much. Kurt Philip Behm May 4, 2024 at 11:09 AM Thanks so much, Chetta.

Paul Bell May 4, 2024 at 10:20 AM Definitely no winners in war. Kurt Philip Behm May 4, 2024 at 11:10 AM Amen Paul, and we never learn.