haunting image
glass shattered
view spies
ruin framed
in passion
never write
builds burns into
hair trigger
written explosion
small arms fire
flashes in crossfire
bite the bullet
wounds bleed
blood flow
life draining
grenades bombs
shrapnel zings
bridge storms
battle rages
until river
crossed
held or blown
into arches
empty spanning
air enfolding
spaces allowing
no point connection
union action
expended
collapses in
stalemate
bridge not taken
bridge to far
bridge lost
nothing wrought
no cross over
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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