Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Richard Schnap - Shroud

Above the city’s lights
Hang dull orange clouds
Stained with the shade
Of a century’s rust
They make me remember
The long-gone mills
Whose bodies were razed
But whose spirits endure
I think of soldiers
Caught in the grip
Of a diabolical war
Whose wages were death
And even though their hands
Built the skeleton of a nation
Their souls find no rest
As they haunt the night sky
Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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