on a day that was windy
we watched it go by
we called it a tragedy
but neither of us knew why
over the bridge
where men wore coal shoes
perfect color skies
lady will you answer these phones
that last familiar voice
or smile before we disconnect?
somewhere smoking trees talked about apocalypse
how they loved the view
even though it was all
over as far as they knew
it all went underneath the bridge
I closed my eyes
to familiar tears
liars in the sheets
who disappeared underneath
a legend
who was that masked man
I ask but but nothing answers in
the elan shrouded silence that lingers and howls in the air left
behind.
today there was a tragedy
but no one seemed to mind
to pay it any attention
though the tension
seemed to drag...
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