Bridges

Eventually they all fail, especially the ones made of blood and hope. Despite the sustaining support, the perseverance, eventually they all fly too far, span downward, stretch beyond the expectancy of nuts and bolts. Then there is this: there are bodies and other vehicles. There are trains pulling ghosts, the drowned and crushed reflected in a puddle of sky. Eventually the infrastructure of destruction leaps further than the steel, it springs ahead of the flesh. The overpassing and over arching find their roots elsewhere. Then there is this: bridges rise above the engineered; the aeronautics of earth planted ideas. Hope finds other ways to cross over the gaps others have left.