Friday, October 30, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


I remember the lounges
With their cushioned couches
Where privileged debutantes
Browsed the works of Plath

And the cinder block dorm rooms
Where well fed children
Traded their blue jeans
For jackets of black

And the tower of stone
That rose like a fountain
Where the sons of the steel mills
Dreamed of football and beer

And the afternoons spent
In dark smoky taverns
Reading the histories
Of masters and their slaves

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