Thursday, April 23, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


CASUALTIES

He painted portraits
Of homeless veterans
That looked like saints
In stained glass windows

Of an abandoned church
Whose once popular faith
Had over the years
Grown out of fashion

And none seemed to hear
The wounded cry
Of its rusted bell
Swaying in the wind

For the world forgets
What it once embraced
Leaving it to die
Or to just fade away

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