Living Gallant Rescuer Poem by Daniel Thomason

Lying across a broken river,
The bridge kneels beside the shoreline.

My knuckles bleed steadily with the force I wield,
So only you may make the journey safely.

Not slipping, not tired, just watch as you glide,
Make the last step so I may let go and fall.

Slip.

Lying across a broken river,
The bridge kneels beside me on the shoreline.

You're small from this distance, and dizzy,
But I grin as you run away safely, knowing my eyes may worry no longer.