The bridge is at a standstill
Protestors cast their keys before them
Over the steel railing
Into the bystander Bay
To be swallowed by sturgeon
And checked over by crabs
Imagine that chirping in the background
The unexpected result
Of deep-water exoskeletal investigations
Halfway across the world atrocities continue unabated
As Dungeness poke at newfound fobs
As headlights flash on and off unconsidered
And batteries slowly die
Their future corroding away
By the minute
We wait, hoping for the slack tide to return
Román Leão 