Now—then Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

When did the global depression
begin

When did the leaves start to
wither and fall

When did the answers start questioning
themselves

When did the love vanish that springtime
recalls

Now, every method begets nothing
but madness

Now, the rotten pudding harbors proof
deep within

Now, every deal is dealt straight
from the bottom

Now, disowned and orphaned
—the truth cowers in sin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2015)