From the vantage pose below

I watch them emerge

From that interminable bridge:

Big,small, accompanied or solo:

Beasts of various shapes and temperament.

Some in purple,

Others in threadbare garments,

Heads hanging like an impotent phallus

Or high up like a rocket bound for Venus,

Some faces wrinkled with many laughters,

Others yet, shrivelled,having known no butter.

I see them go:

Shoes of various sizes, tans and tow.

On and on both owner and feet,

Unwavering as if on beat,

Continue the journey of no return,

With a determination that knows no con.

Until, to see,

My sight,fails beyond the sea.

Yet there I remain,

Unseen,undetected,unloved,unknown,

Wetted to the skin by rain,

The fiery orb sparing not even my crown.

My fixed watch knows no respite

Neither does the termite-like flow

Unable to lift a hand

To change the show.

I have become an everlasting spectator

Of the limbo

Underneath the bridge of humanity