The Golden Egg Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Golden Egg



The world is an oven
we live in

With each scorching,
its temperature grows

Unable to stop,
hands fall off the clock

Left roasting
—goose cooking below

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,2020)

Sunday, January 12, 2020
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