The Bigby Bridge
What came into being gleaming once, admired, photographed
By crowds, a symbol of technological progress, sits unused,
It's surfaces entirely engulfed in rust. A smaller crowd has come
To it, affixing sachels of explosives. Symbol now
Of obsolescence, soon it will be gone.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-12-19 at 20:26
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