Broken Bridge

“So, what did he say?
Brother! What did he say?”
No answer; only an empty stare from
transfixed eyes, through a sealed
window, streaked by desperate fingers
through fog of wet hot breath.
Your head lists like a sinking ship.
I feel titillating waves of rising
water, its cold hands slowly crawling
ever higher on my back, while
bodies desperate, splash around us.
Vehicles eerily float through the murky
green water like silent space capsules.
I scream again,
“Brother! What did he say?”