I'm building the bridge again;I take the stones up to the 
ledge and drop them to the river there below.
I've soldered all the limbs;
This bone-invested whirlwind;
This mortar plate glass egg embezzlement.
I carry my full share.
I pull and scratch, bite and tear.
I weave a bankrupt absolution in.
This tombstone aftermath of insignificant heart attacks;
This appendage of resolution.
I'm building the bridge again.
Reload the foxholes,
With an air we can't breathe.
Bite your tongue while you still can,
This royal shielded infirmary.
I paint the targets red,
Like the Mediterranean sea.
They all know the lines so well,
This parade belongs on puppet string.