over the bridge

the world became gray because the clouds would not let the sun in
rain poured upon the earth and the earth clammered go away
its frozen tundra pooled the water and the wind waved
the bridge wrapped in plastic

driving over it
the gray dank world turned opaque white
green girders stetched above and below arms carrying
lifting above
gated,

don't stop -- if you do you will be crushed by moving
metal and rubber and plastic
ships below wait to swollow you
above you the crunching goes on
breath in
reach for the exit,
the ground gray world waits
and welcomes you back again