Underneath the Arches
by Ruth Arnison
If they knock down our bridge
where we gonna shelter
at nights?
That’s our ‘ome, man. Under
the arches, that’s where
we live.
Where we gonna hang our words?
Those taggings, that’s our
wallpaper, man.
Gives us somefing to fink about.
If you don’t have a cardboard
box it’s freezin’
at nights. Gotta fink of somefing.
Nah they can’t knock it down,
not the bridge.
It’s like that old song. We’re
the troubled water and
we need our bridge.
Copyright © 2012 by Ruth Arnison.
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