Saturday, October 17, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


TOMB OF THE UNKNOWN

He paints portraits
Of homeless veterans
As if he was
One himself

Caught in the grip
Of a conflict
On the battlefield
Of his mind

While he falls
In love with women
With roses tucked
Into their hair

Whose thorns stab
Like bayonets
Leaving him to
Bleed alone

1 comment:

  1. I really like this poem--its economy, and the image of roses "tucked" into hair!

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