The Fountain
If you ask me to read,
I’ll say only the good
—in spite of what others might think
Once your blood has been spilled,
and the cut is deep
—my task to heal, not push to drug or to drink
If the pain is too great,
my heart you may take
—as I suture you back from the brink
From this deepest of wounds
that I surround and embrace, as a fountain
—where you may now drink
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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