Thursday, April 3, 2014

Richard Schnap- A Poem


Is the view from your window
A field of snow that rarely melts?
A graveyard built above the ground?
An abandoned factory by a black river?

Does the dream you keep having
Have train tracks that rise and then stop in mid-air?
Have tea parties for children who’ve never known hunger?
Have rooms commemorating dead civilizations?

Are you asking for money
To save animals so hunters have targets?
To build houses for the profit of landlords?
To stop the world from torturing itself?

And is the one who lies next to you
Begging you to please come home?
Crying your name at the break of dawn?
The only one who truly helps you forget?

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