Down there
where folks go now
fishing for crappies and catfish
a memorial stands along one of it's shores
reminding of a time when
fishing for food wasn't what
it's waters were being used for
the bridge to connect two counties
was used to divide two communities
and dinner ain't been the same since
couldn't have been
not when it's loved one's missing
from round the table
nothing in these lives again
ever stable
time just flowing on like the river
that runs beneath
ripples in the waves
remind me of those sent
streaking thru the lives
of more than just those families
like that of the man
who once had to ask his father
"did you kill those people?"
never the same again either
but able to go on with life
even if sometimes he must stop
and take a breather
it never leaves your spirit
never stops haunting your soul
no matter what stories or lies
you've been told
the river ran on
life went on as well
but under the bridge lays buried in rich soil
a story still left to be told
there even when the fisherman are not
perfectly preserved waiting to be revealed
the truth remains...not so concealed
just waiting on the current to shift
and we come to this place to be healed

in due time