Your body is a bridge
Built long ago
By a team of grayscale engineers
In the midst of a promising economy.
The beams were once adequate
To sustain the weight of a traveling nation
But now it buckles.
The body buckles and sways, strained.
In the waning light of the evening
We see that fading structure as a remnant
Built to withstand the damage of time
But capable of crumbling
Back into the ocean.
FLAVIO HUITRON 