Old Hunger Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Is it the main course of the tale
or the ingredients that count

Is it the entree served first
or the dessert that surmounts

Is it the first that was last
or the last then before

As the order indentured
reverses once more

Was it the things that you said
or the silence you kept

Was it the moments you starved
or those times that you wept

Was it for honor and glory
or a passion unseen

As your meal time resets
—and old hunger now feeds

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)