UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 11/2011

RICHARD SCHNAP

Rust

Grey landscape of tired hills,
Arthritic churches, bridges on pensions,
Streets like veins with cholesterol

Cobblestones leading down to retired rivers.
The sun has cataracts, the stars are senile,
The moon is a pallbearer at the funeral

Of heaven, and the cry of a train whistle
Is an anthem from the Depression, a melody
From a time when it didnít hurt to just breathe.


Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared in the Pittsburgh City Paper, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, Calliope, New Verse News and forthcoming in Curbside Splendor, The Dawntreader, Chaffey Review and the Red River Review.







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