A Voice Now Gone Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

A Voice Now Gone



The night a killer with retinas that burn,
all verses running mad

Fists of silence coming out of the dark,
opening up to grab

Fingers choking the last vocal chord,
strangulation by command

The quiet finality of a voice now gone
—gripped in my own hands

(Dreamsleep: March,2020)

Friday, March 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: voice
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