After Eric Steele's documentray film about the Golden Gate Bridge
Panoramic arc and span. One wreck of black
tree. The sea, the sea.
Contrast of verdure and azure. Mica and rust;
dust on the lens and
welts of water like lucent pearls. Fog, a veil
worn to wed your dark love
in a fairy tale. The bereaved, believed to be
sorry now, the friend
who-doth-protest-too much; not me, please,
please. The inexorable draw of rail.
The struggle, the straddle,
the letting go. The slow
backbend arc of the last filmed fall. A splash,
soft, and off-camera. Silence. Silence and ash.