Bride on the Bridge - Steve Skaith
Down at the landing stage
Sign reads Havoline
You buy the diesel there
Back in the old routine
You pay up your harbour dues
And then from the anchorage
All in her wedding lace
You see the bride on the bridge
Coat on the balustrade
Bought at a fire-sale
She's been married to debt for years
Now she's climbing the lone guard-rail
Gulls are here Mendelssohn
There she bouquet of foliage
That no one here is reaching for
Slowly the bride on the bridge
Those raising interest don't look up
They have no interest of flight
Their spectrum has no bridal white
Don't leave the scene
Ah not when money talks
The whisper-mill says buy Brazil
If you don't mind
Blood on the stalks
If you don't mind
Blood on the stalks
Cargo comes rolling in
Containers of even size
There's no rafts or floats aboard
So what if lives capsize
Trading takes no account
Of strangers to privilege
Not if they cannot
Keep up their balances
She's vanished
The bride on the bridge