The Bridge

From over where he stood, Embrasure pursed tight, Motionlessness was a silent right Previously never understood. All through villainous disdain, He had forged his own noose While cautiously waiting for that plank to come loose From the bridge that is oh so hard to maintain. Enveloped in self-inflicted strangulation, Pulled taught by the pendulum, Enhanced in the taste of rum, And an insinuated shot of miscommunication; To that bridge he must comply whatever ineffable dignity may imply.