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Crooked Crag Bridge (A Poem)

Crooked crag bridge
smothered in smoke stack
attic space chimney tops
coughing up dust firelight
folk stories and urban myths
from burnt-out metal

trash cans reaching
to the man on the moon
who turns his face from
this patron of the night
stepped on by the soles
of the hungry

alone in the coal-black eve
dusk throws a shadow over
its once sturdy now dangling frame
cobwebbed carpets and smog
hang over moldy gravel

crooked crag bridge
barely standing like a newborn foal
beneath midnight’s cloak
remaining home to broken down men
and rats who slip through
only to find a mother and lover
in this cast away cathedral

© 1998 Leslie I. Benson

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