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Mar 2022
Buried in the sand of ill regret,
a rifle washes free
Remembrance of a time when darkness coiled,
a snake of Russian greed
Its chambers empty, sights removed,
it could not, would not, fire
Perdition’s tide reclaiming fast
β€”its shame into the mire

(Warsaw: March, 2022)
Kurt Philip Behm
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Kurt Philip Behm  kurtphilipbehm.com
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