Kurt Philip Behm Poet Ballad

The Choking of Angels

Night erupts…
The maddening glow
Of a closing minute
Of a final hour
Shines pale
Against the frozen concrete
As the drumbeat starts
And the chanting starts
My last broken link
Forever lost—Forever lost
Salvation,
The calling card 
Of a new
Abyss
My breath turning
Inward
Where the heat rises
And the voices expand
With the choking of angels
And the plucking of wings
New grace into the fire
The blessing of those 
Becoming,
A curse to his rage
The fire of isolation
Burning sweet 
Into my memory
Murderous thoughts
Killing innocent feelings
All orphaned intent
Lost in dark wandering
Time no longer master
Unto itself,
…as night erupts


(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

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Kacy Brandon July 15, 2016 at 12:38 PM Beautiful.. Kurt Philip Behm July 15, 2016 at 12:43 PM Thanks Kacy. My brother is KC, and my goddaughter is Kacie. :)