Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

My Horse Lying Dead

In fated inclemency
leading the charge
each push 
deeper into the fray

The sound of the bugle
the call of the wild
where death lies afloat
in the quay

Each choice made to question
each vow pledged in blood
with very few
seeing the dawn

But onward we push
the bold and the meek
with our swords
and our bayonets drawn

The enemy fronted
all cannons in tow
the smoke makes things
harder to gauge

As destiny waits
on top of the hill
and the battle
continues to rage

One time looking back
the bodies lay piled
like toy soldiers
once toppled and strewn

Afoot in the madness
alone in the dark
my horse lying dead
— in the dew

(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)

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