We drove down your empty streets
Past faded facades of long gone stores
Your last factory still breathing fire
Like a soldier not hearing the wind cry quit
And when I stood in the pit of your gut
I felt something not bowing to the fists of time
An old man who hadn't completely given up
Who carried inside him the heart of a child
-- Richard Schnap
Richard Schnap lives in Squirrel Hill. He has previously been published in journals such as The Pittsburgh Quarterly, The Exchange, Taproot, The Loyalhanna Review and the collection Pittsburgh and Tri-State Area Poets. Many writers featured in Chapter & Verse are guests of Prosody, produced by Jan Beatty and Ellen Wadey.
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