Richard Schnap - Heartland

I hear the cry
Of a lonely train
Betrayed by its own tracks

As it travels through
Insomniac cities
Afraid of their guilt-ridden dreams

It crosses bridges
Over stricken rivers
Abandoned to bleed in the sun

And over mountains
Resembling idols
Carved by a blind man’s hand

Finally it reaches
An empty temple
As grey as a corpse’s skin

A forgotten relic
That’s now home to ghosts
Each one with a ghost of its own

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.