HOUSE OF SLAVS
g.a. scheinoha
Every house has rules
and I have felt more
brotherhood here
than anyplace else
at any other
time in
my life.
Yet there are rooms
closed off to me,
doors slammed shut
by snobbery
that the purest
heart
can’t
pry open.
Arrogance
traps us
within these walls,
an odd man out
atttitude
which appalls
and sends me,
searching --
into the street again.
