Passage by Richard Schnap

The first door led to a parlor

Full of antique tables and chairs

Where a man was erasing his face

While his wife held the one to replace it




The second door led to a classroom

Where students were taught by a ghost

Whose lectures told the story of a world

That had long ago ceased to exist




The third door led to an office

With a thousand men talking on phones

Who all spoke in perfect unison

Setting appointments for salesmen of death




And the last door led to an apartment

With a crystal ball and a guitar

One to reveal the future

The other to weave it into song













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.