Death But A Servant Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Death But A Servant



Making love to the Muse
newborns fell upon the page

And we named them one by one
as we lined them up by age

Making love to the Muse
a new progeny was spawned

With death now but a servant
—and each child turned to song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2018)

Saturday, September 29, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: muse
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