When-Now
When did the global depression
begin
When did the leaves start to
wither and fall
When did the answers start questioning
themselves
When did the love vanish that springtime
recalls
Now, every method begets nothing
but madness
Now, the rotten pudding harbors proof
deep within
Now, every deal is dealt from
the bottom
Now, disowned and orphaned
—the truth cowers in sin
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2015)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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