Steel like sinews stretched and strained
snapped and sunk in cold terrain
its rebar veins are all bled dry
they're macabre before our eyes
God your acts are ugly dreams
when traffic plunges into streams
we wake to find amid the drowned:
apart from you there's nothing sound.
Bridges Falling Down
Sincerely,
Michelle
Thursday, August 02, 2007







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