Suppose a bridge. Then another
a few hundred feet from the first,
then another and another, bridge
after bridge, all crossing the same river
with no bridge more sturdy or outstanding
than the other.
Now suppose a man in the prime of his life,
another man, elderly as a grandfather, and
a boy of twelve. Suppose a crippled man
or one whose mind is in riot all needing
to cross the river.
Suppose each bridge has a moving floor
or optional seats or wheelchairs pushed by
stronger men with nothing to do but go back
and forth pushing the sick and unable to the other side.
Suppose no burden, no eye for an eye,
no segregation, no unsteady plank or missing
rail, no tattered rope or tangled knot.
I could go on.
Suppose a bridge. A frail man in his hospital bed.
A strong man behind him. Below, the river.
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