i see the QUEER stickers, and the silver writing on the bridge rail saying BORN TO BOMB, and other words i can't read. they don't seem menacing on our bridge. but it's only one bridge away from the latest attack. it's not our bridge, it's a bridge in a violent city in a violent country is all. how we feel is how we feel. we feel threatened when we're threatened but we walk in peace, somehow naturally we can't hate, so when we walk this bridge it is in the moment our bridge, a bridge of spiders, and queers, and men sleeping rough under it's wings, a bridge over a raging river of machines, a bridge of peace.