The Bridge to Nowhere

By Xander Hacking

While travelling one day,

Journeying on my way,

I passed an intriguing scene:

The bridging of a ravine.

On this side, no space was found

For buildings filled the ground.

But the land across was empty,

All march filled and swampy.

I approached the smiling foreman,

As he surveyed his work.

“You’re building quite a wonder,

And not a man is found to shirk”

“But you see my friend,

And I’m sorry if I’m frank,

But your bridge it leads to nowhere.

The land across is blank.”

“I see you’ve caught the vision

Of what we aim to do”

He responded with gusto,

Creating much ado.

“Aye we’re building this bridge to nowhere.

We’re building pretty fast.

We’ve used our best resources.

We’re building this to last.”

“But sir all that is pointless,

 Even if it stands through flood and rain,

It brings about no progress.

Sir, your bridge is vain.”

“Perhaps I spoke too quickly,

When I said you understood.

But with some explanation,

I do hope that you would.”

“So many are going nowhere

Countless throngs of men.

How else could they get there?

For here their journey would end.”

“Why would any cross this bridge?!

There is nothing for them to see!

Why, no one even notices this bridge,

Except for you and me.”

We parted our separate ways,

Both thinking the other a fool.

Much time passed before

I returned that way with things to do.

Imagine the shock that sight did bring,

That bridge filled with crowds.

All of them rushing, pushing, shoving,

To Cross,

            The Bridge,

                        To Nowhere.