Still They Call
Some poems are true monuments,
some lower to the ground
Some verse is loaded, stacked, and piled,
some stored away till found
A phrasing here, a meaning there,
now where to put it all
As voices cry within the womb,
—unborn, but still they call
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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