Gabriel's Horn

A captive of your ontology,
  a tiger in a cage

Doomed to look with borrowed eyes,
  your life played out on stage

You pace the floor incessant,
  as anger builds within

And hear the distance calling,
  feeling trapped, an alien

Will that trumpet ever reach you,
  by whose Archangel you’re reborn

Will redemption come to free you,
 —if Saint Gabriel blows his horn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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Kurt Philip Behm

Longtime writer with twelve books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The War Trail : Death from The Sky more…

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