Perdition Assured
You try to mask your given voice
in what’s perverse and then profane
But truth speaks only for itself,
your costume tattered—seamstress blamed
This great parade, a grand charade,
your song a flattened chord
Its final line to seal your fate
—perdition now assured
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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