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Jan 2020
Dying alone on foreign ground,
death grips his blessed hand

Never choosing time or place,
uncharted
—the Angels plan

An oak to fall on alien soil,
all seeds to heaven thrown

His words cast free to light the dark,
that ‘Good Night’
—now his own

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)
Kurt Philip Behm
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Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
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