This bridge is faulty there is dry-rot taunting the girders Its spandrels: all knobby-kneed.. Its pseudo-elaborate trusswork, as if designed by a lonely drunk
It's pilings.. questionable Its deckwork, treacherous.
Its abutment-- aw, **** me..
its crumbling. . .
If we cross over under the lie of darkness we won't be so afraid..
But these structural-flaws, when revealed by the sun are so incredibly intriguing.
Let's take that step and see if it holds us.
There are shadows, steep on the horizon They leave us scared,
and so afraid
As the fallout of a world, divided.. It brings her tears, and so much pain
And so we take cover from the dark hoping to find where we can start ~Miles Kennedy