Biography of Rich Reitz
Retired soldier; also now retired as a teacher's aide in a Central Pennsylvania school district.
Rich Reitz Poems
And this storm is not delightful.
I'm stuck, and my car won't go.
Shovel snow, shovel snow, shovel snow!
So should you.
Learning is essential.
It feels like an eternity in fire
It smells like rotting flesh
It tastes like bile
I died in late September.
Calcium that no one owns.
My name? I can't remember.
How did this happen?
Only a year ago
Laughing, loving, living. Sudden
Occupation by men of evil intent.
Cast into boxcars like animals.
Assaulted and beaten by soldiers.
Unable to stand, to move, to think.