Richard Schnap - Asylum

The tides of life

Bring the skeletons of ships

For they are now ruled

By a lunatic moon




Spreading them over

The shores of the world

Whose bone white beaches

Become graveyards of grey




And each one spills

The bodies of sailors

Their dead eyes still fixed

On the treacherous stars




For the heavens seem caught

In their own dark madness

Mirroring the ones

Driving men to their doom













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.