Silent Voices

Once I had a job
At the local library
Returning books to their shelves

Novels and biographies
Manuals and memoirs
Collecting dust through the years

It reminded me of
A New Orleans cemetery
Where the graves were above ground

Their names soon erased
By the tropical climate
Till they no longer could be read

And there they would linger
As the currents of time
Would make them all seem the same

The great and the humble
The famous and forgotten
Speaking the language of the dead

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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