by Nick Gisburne
There used to be a bridge, from town to town
Two sides, two siblings, neighbours, joined in peace
But when a winter’s blizzard blew it down
Forgotten feelings found a quick release
The river, now a barrier between
Protected by patrols on either side
Became a route for criminals, unseen
To smuggle, safely, what they wished to hide
Polluted by a creeping cloud of crime
The former friends descended into war
And in the faintest flickering of time
Destroyed the stories trust had touched before
They built a bridge, the few who did not die
And no one needed, now, to ask them why
