The Feast
Thoughts carried to term,
new words to instill
A message is born,
an infant of will
Its father coarse logic,
its mother the wind
Together they coupled,
a marriage within
Their family heraldic,
with pedigree firm
As libraries tremble,
and sages relearn
All time on the table,
last lie from the beast
This moment a knife
past—future the feast
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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