Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Rotors Keep Spinning

The sound of a
Huey
the tick of
a clock
Both signal
a warning
what is and
what’s not

The flight from
DaNang
that hour till
dawn
Your life in
the balance
to die or
hang on

And leave for
the bush
face painted
and dark
Second hand
motion
that tells you
to start

As medics 
unload
both the wounded 
and dead
The rotors
keep spinning
these moments
— of dread

(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)

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