Bridges
Two towers lie on either side,
And most will only get one.
The middlers just slip off the cliff
For none will half-accept them.
The deep ravine, a break between,
A fault of desperation,
Awaits the plunge of tender tongues
Misplaced in conversation.
Well, what we need, I do decree,
Is some kind of foundation,
The stuff obtained, I do ordain,
From both sides’ supplication.
The sturdy wood, intentions good,
Will bridge the gap between us,
And neutered gladiators can
Say nothing to demean us,
For bridges built by heart and hand
Can only reconvene us.