The Long Bridge

The long bridge,

     marsh and dereliction

struts bent

     with rust and longing,

where sea-eagles

     roost and swagger

stagger a benediction.

           Rust belts pent

in centuries of change,

     centuries of change

that disarrange

     stories of vanishment.

Our own amusement,

     long ago spent,

no longer pending.

     What wild woods know,

what we may sow,

     in twilight’s terror

on the dark ledge