There’s always a bridge located
whenever people need to be over there;
two lands joined by steel arms
where rust appears clean when it rains.
It’s a way in or out. A place where ships
can pass under; their silence is like a
fighter looking for an opening.
The bridge supports the sides equally.
There is no preference for beauty or who
is stronger or more attractive.
Unquestionably we need them. Thinking
little of the necessity while accepting the
convenience through entitlement.