I Saw A Man Neath A Bridge

Inspired by Anda Lucia

I saw a man neath a bridge

Dug in snug in a ditch

A creature full of hope

A man like me

Full of undending dreams

That only he could see

A man with bare blue andalucian sky above him

And a clogged southern stream for his ragged robes

A torn matress for a bed of hopes

And a limp the doctors refused to cover

I met a man of culture

Immersed in the canvas of a dry river bed

Surrounded by walls plastered in sketches Picasso could never conjure

But in nightmares and torrents in some dystopian dream

A man neath a bridge with Michelangelo’s blue before his sandy eyes

A doctorate from the school of life

This mans steps are poetry in the script of life

An unsung Shakespeare neath a bridge

Whose tales will be told two thousand years on

By a generation that baulks at the fallacy of disregarded poets

Left to rot and mould, crumble and fall

Under the fierce Andalucian sun

Under a bridge trampled on by kitsch cats of the social elite

Run ragged by their crisis and their strife

Bent, broken, put to shame by a man under a bridge

 

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Photo : Allan Kortbaek

 

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